Missing you...

It’s almost one month since I last met you.
It’s almost one month since I last poured my heart to you.
It’s almost one month since I last felt the warmth.

How I miss you.

But I cannot just ramble on and not having any good idea to talk about.
That’ll be a disgrace.
That’ll be an insult.

How I am far away.
Stranded.

Stray…

I just want to write.
To escape…