The Last Note



I hope I’ll meet you again, years later, when this hate has watered down to love. Words would find a way to express the emotions that are now caught up in the throat.
Meaning won’t be lost in the process of communication. Till then, I’ll be searching for you in every other person. Till then, I’d miss you and seek you in the faces that pass me by down the road, near the bus stop, in the metro station. Till then, I’ll remember you in dandelions and baby’s breath. I’ll search for you in the sea foam and the sea shells. 

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