my dear friend,
this cold and grey in colors afternoon – as if nature herself forgot to change the sky ever since your disappearance – the world feels dimmer for the lack of your words.
the weight of missing you has grown too heavy for silence. i wait, not with impatience, but with the deep, patient yearning of the earth for the sun after a long winter, for the day your words will grace my null existence.
oh, to be granted the privilege of witnessing its arrival very soon. today i do not wait patiently. i wait hungrily. i pray for that blessed hour how a drowning man prays for air.
ever, and most devotedly yours,
n.