A letter to the broken-hearted dregs at the bottom of everyone's attention; I promise this won't solve your problems.

 

We sat by the shore, sipping piping hot tea in that open space. He stared at the sea and I sat right in front of him, observing the makeshift setting.

He mentioned you. How good it would ve been if only you were here. Your absence was felt. Like a gut punch. Like a crashing wave. The storm tide that's never denied. We sat there drenched in the aftermath of this bleak reality we didnt want to accept. 

An indifferent void where you once existed. Painfully persistent Silence to replace your eloquent speech. I don't remember your laugh. Has it been so long since you last smiled? 

How the years have gone by. My, how we've changed. 

Where there was once the overwhelming joy of reunion, there's nothing but an innate longing for the separation to end.

Please come back.