I love you, old friend.

I haven’t talked to you in a while.

Even in the midst of family emergencies, sickness and other unimaginable worries

I manage to miss you.

When I should be enveloped in these serious matters, your face creeps into my thoughts.

a twisting in my stomach, a sharp tickle that stabs.

a nag on my heart strings/harping on heart things…

The blink after a tear drops is full of “where are you?”

And

"why don’t you care about me?"

In your loneliness you’ve started infecting others with your same sadness.

A call could heal us all.

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