I wonder if you're working or studying.
I wonder how your day was, or when was the last time you got sick.
I no longer know what's your latest impulse buy.
I no longer know what your latest woes or worries are.
I don't know how your mum is.
I don't know how's things with your sister.
And I miss that.
I miss knowing, us talking, laughing.
I'm sorry there's a huge wall of silence between us.
I'm sorry I don't seem to have much to say.
I know if you could have it your way, we'll be friends.
But no, I can't.
It's too messy, swimming in pain and burns.
I wish I could say that I got better, but perhaps you can take some solace from this.
I'm not.
I love you just as much as I did on that very first day.
You still cross my mind in various small ways every single day.
The lack of communications isn't a lack of love or care.
Perhaps this silent devotion is useless to you.
Afterall what use is love without any action.
But I hope that it's enough, that just knowing is enough.