It’s been two months now since you’d left
I’m all by myself, lonely and boring.
Your memory flood my mind daily
I can’t get them out of my being..
our late nights chats
our early morning wake up calls
the bed we shared, which no other has been able to share with me.
All the lessons you’d taught me and some of the naughty smiles you put on my face when I’m angry.
How can I forget the way you usually shut down when you are not in the mood.
Sometimes, I kicked you off from the bed but you had no anger or malice against me.
The ideas you’ve given me.
How you’d helped me in realising some of my dreams.
How you broaden my knowledge and gave me an edge in the IT world.
Can’t forget your gesture and kindness in linking me up with friends both home and abroad.
I was all alone but you came and took away my loneliness.
You gave me songs to sing at night and in the morning, ideas to drum. My dull and boring moments you turned to energetic and joyous moments.
Never thought you are the best thing that ever happened to me until I lost you or you lost me.
how couldn’t I realise that the lost of you will live me half dead.
Half dead in ideas,
half dead in… communication..
Oh! Half dead in seeing the reality of life.
Since you’ve been gone, I can hardly write.
The joy of writing seems to be far fetched since you are not there to proofread what I have written.
Reading is like song of sorrow.
My night has not been that pleasant.
My days is as boring as counting stairs (you know I don’t like counting stairs).
All that I’ve learned are daily swept away by that man called “forgetfulness”.
You are my memory, where can I find you or another like you.
I love you my PC and must get another like you!