M,

When you were leaving, I thought to myself; “I’ll just go back to work bury my head in it like before, and before long, December will be here”.

Quite foolish of me!

Now you’ve left and my head refuses to be buried in anything but thoughts of you.

My once complete life is now grossly incomplete and, suddenly, I’m starting to understand how void of color my life was before you.

Now the sun seems hotter, traffic more intense, the days slower, and food, well food still tastes ok. But there’s no fun in anything anymore cos there’s no u to spice ‘em up.

M, my heart yearns for u, and I now understand that home is not this building/place that now holds me like a prison; I found home: it is you…

C.