I was wondering where you had gone for so long. Sometimes I miss you. Most times I don’t. I wonder why it’s turned out to be like this.

Sometimes I wonder why we haven’t spoken. Do you want to talk? Have we lost that touch? No, I’m always talking and sometimes you’re listening but I can tell when you’re starting to tune me out.

I can feel you fading away, drifting towards the nothingness we are compelled to become.

You’re so far away now.