I saw him through that window of past, it was raining and thundering, May be the rains weren't out of mood like him.
I saw his face, he felt relieved as he sat on the sofa leaning back, touching the cushion but his eyes were still struggling with tears and staring at the motion of the brown coloured fan on the ceiling.
He was exhausted and so was his phone, it was just a one hand distance he needed to cover to switch on the charger, Internet was the only motivation he needed to cover the not so long distance with himself being in the battery saver mode.
But from all the 437 favourites in his list, it was no one with whom he can speak and share out all the pain and misery revolving inside his mind palace.
The Void level reached beyond the threshold limit and He screamed out on his notepad :
Please talk to me,
Where are you? , You used to whisper that words in my ears and I used to enter the dream land with peace of mind recovering inside my body,
I miss you do you hear me? I know you do because even the eyes have stop allowing the tears to come out of their room.
They ask me about you, are you still there or is it mind hallucinating the pictures from memories?
It's been years I visit that stop we last met in my memory palace, you closed my eyes with your hand and went away in that bus,
I ran behind shattering that dream finding myself in the world without you.
I looked in the mirror, it was me but it wasn't the me that I saw in your eyes,
Yet another story ended after first draft,
I started the day with a thought to move on again.

