Sweet brother ,
It’s one of those sleepless nights
Where I question the pairs the eyes looking at me
From the embrace of expanse
Holding hands side by side
Were you just a phase or not?
How I have started to take you as an illusion
More often than ever….
Pills have switched colors again and
It neither matches the fins of pink julia
Nor the furball…
Blue as the deepest of ocean it is
and delirium is now less frequent.
Now I don’t rave at the middle of a night,
Weening you a deceiver!
As you are apparently missing the presence of me too
As do I!
It’s just the time to wonder if your sadness feels the same as mine!
May I have the response?