Six Months & Thirteen Days

(Josie Sayz: I had to write something special today. It is part of my new poetry anthology that I am writing (Thirteen Miles is a part of this same series). I am in love with this. It came to me rather quickly. I had to write it and post it today, because today is six months and thirteen days).

Six Months & Thirteen Days
It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face.
I’ve been counting down six months and thirteen days.
The number’s repeating for a reason.
It feels like so much more with each passing season.

Thirteen minutes, thirteen hours, thirteen days,
Since I said goodbye, it’s all just been a haze.
Thirteen miles, thirteen steps, thirteen ways.
I’ve dreamt of the reunions, love, collision and delays.
Do I text, do I call, do I write, do I stall?
Or do I stay tight and say nothing at all?
Do I reach out and tell you I still care?
Or do I leave that to you – is that what’s fair?

I’ve been moving on. I’m doing fine,
But every once in a while, thoughts of you cross my mind.
Exciting news, thoughts, ideas I want to share
Come crashing down, knowing you’re not there.

Thirteen minutes, thirteen hours, thirteen days,
Thoughts of you mean so much more than just a phase.
Thirteen miles, thirteen steps, thirteen ways.
My thoughts have been running wild, like I’m lost in a maze.
Do I text, do I call, do I write, do I stall?
Or do I stay tight and say nothing at all?
Do I reach out and tell you I still care?
Or do I leave that to you – is that what’s fair?

Thoughts of love float like a feather.
Reminiscing of us together.
An anchor of hate has my heart sinking.
There I go, keep overthinking.

I’ve been counting down six months and thirteen days.
Wishing things were different. Wishing we could change.

Thirteen minutes, thirteen hours, thirteen days,
Since I said goodbye, it’s all just been a haze.
Thirteen miles, thirteen steps, thirteen ways.
I’ve dreamt of the reunions, love, collision and delays.
Do I text, do I call, do I write, do I stall?
Or do I stay tight and say nothing at all?
Do I reach out and tell you I still care?
Or do I leave that to you – is that what’s fair?

- Josie -

Thirteen Miles

I knew the day that we met
It would never last.
Trouble with Peter is
He moves on too fast.
He started with Wendy
Then he got with Jane,
Moved on from Alice,
Now it’s what’s her name.

You saved me from Peter’s childish games.
I didn’t know that it would be in vain.

You were my Rufio,
I was Peter’s Jane.
Since you’ve moved away
Nothing’s been the same.
You were my whirlwind,
I was your shining star,
But since we’ve been apart
You’ve been alone in the dark.

When we first met you were hiding
Behind a mask.
Just like Peter - 
How long did you think you’d last?
You came on so strong,
But then you pulled away.
When you returned,
Oh, how I wished you’d stay.

You saved me from Peter’s childish games.
You promised you wouldn’t cause me so much pain.

You were my Rufio,
I was Peter’s Jane.
I confess I miss your kisses
In the pouring rain.
You were my whirlwind,
I was your shining star.
How does thirteen miles
Feel so impossibly far?

There was no shouting,
No, you’d never complain.
There was no asking you,
“What’s her name?”
Communication faded,
Now we’re incomplete.
Only left with memories,
All so bittersweet.

You were my Rufio,
I was Peter’s Jane.
Since you’ve moved away
Nothing’s been the same.
You were my whirlwind,
I was your shining star,
But since we’ve been apart
You’ve been alone in the dark.

You were my Rufio,
I was Peter’s Jane.
I confess I miss your kisses
In the pouring rain.
You were my whirlwind,
I was your shining star.
How does thirteen miles
Feel so impossibly far?

- Josie -

Dream 24/04/2026

Warmth wrapped itself around her chest and waist. A soft, fluttering murmur hummed in her throat. The stiffness that had become the norm, holding her hunched shoulders high, fizzled away. A light prickle grazed the back of her neck. Letting out a soft breath, she relaxed into the sensation behind her. A warm gentle breath brushed a comforting tickle her ear. Her eyes remained closed, as she released the pressure in her shoulder blades. Another quiet murmur escaped her. A chuckle tickled the back of her neck. “I’m here,” whispered a safe, deep, comforting voice. His arms, around her chest and waist, gave a gentle squeeze. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” A small whimper escaped her, as she wrapped her arms around his and squeezed them tight.

- Josie -