A Public/Personal Response

Dear You,

I miss you, but you already know that.

The things I do and go through in order to even get to see you.

I love that

I even get to sense your smile through pictures,

and relive moments given to us in form of sweet words 

depicting

a sense of life and harmony with you.

Your company brings meaning to the color less and bleek, 

played out that is,

the line of color remains a fault in the sky 

where stars where rare in the midst of all the troubles 

I speak of,

that passed me by.

It felt like years.

It was more like weeks.

A couple days?

Enough for me to feel powerless to my knees

about you losing the bridge

of messages between 

You 

and 

me.

Your phone got wet,

but not of tears.

Sincerely You(rs)