an ode to the insensitive

You are not there.

Not anymore.

Does not matter.

I made myself believe that I do not care.

I am happy with my job.

(ok, it’s becoming too much)

I have a job which keeps me busy( nothing more)

I have my friends, who will be beside me whenever I need them

I have books to see me through light and dark

In fact , life is ok, not perfect, but ok.

I don’t think I can complain.

But , you are not there.

Just you are not there anymore!