It used to be comfortable.
Like a warm blanket on a cool evening.
It used to be easy.
No fear of what to say,
and words came freely
without thought or concern.
Honest and vulnerable,
yet safe and understood.
Simple and uninhibited,
not guarded and unsure.
A place and a time
to inhabit at once.
To be cherished for awhile
now mourned in the next.
Outwardly similar, though
a loss none the less.
A long ago moment
in a long ago life,
that left emptiness behind.