Almost as if in mourning br I typed these words br Quite not precisely like mourning br Yet there is a deep sense of loss br Where have you been my dearest br The email that used to brighten br My morning has ceased br And with it has deepest thoughts br For without the slightest word from you br I am nothing br I am a mere individual br Scoping the earth’s vastness br With no direction br And of course without joy br I sit alone yet with everyone br Wondering where you are br Wondering if ever I will hear you again br For in my deepest thoughts, you linger br Almost etched and engraved in my memory br Of course for countless revision br I do miss your words br Maybe you are busy br Maybe you are tired br But know one thing br My days are now repetitions br Of ongoing processes br Simply of just to be alive br However once was a pleasure br Even the very thirst of my soul br To begin a new day br Reading what phenomenal things you see br From your talented eyesbr br Ayi Escalonabr br