Dear Na

I look unto the skies when I walk in the morning
There is no one except the occasional wind
Do you ever see me from up there?
I cry silently and wait for you to look back
Wish I could talk to you just once
Time is sure rushing to death my friend
3 weeks already and I can still see you clear as day
Sometimes I feel its a dream and I wake up
There is this rock inside my throat and I cant swallow its
Neither can I spit it out. Feels as if getting choked
And I remember how you couldn't swallow water
I wish I could have accepted that pain to free you
I know you are in a better place but I am weak my friend
I see her and I do not know what to talk
I act like a moron, trying to make her laugh
But I know what she must be going through
I wish I could cry out loud and scream
I listen to one song in loop all day long
You would have loved it for sure
I find comfort in those lines. Sometimes I feel, may be that is the path destined?
Or may be am not good enough to do something as respectable as that?
What would you have said?
Is he showing me a new path?
May be if you could find a magical power, would you not talk?
I will keep writing. May be you will read and feel happy and not get bored there. 

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