this is for you

This is for you.
If you ever read this, come across this...
It’s been years I have not seen you, felt your warm smile or heard you calling my name.

What would you have become; who are you now?
And what makes you live?

Do you feel your heart disappear and lose its way back to our years?
And does your sleep ever dream or is it the dreams that pretends you have slept?

Does your hand remember the melting sun, during winter when I put holding them in my pocket while we pretend to talk our heart kept circulating across the palm and fingers of our hands?

How while listening to old songs together on your walk-man we had hugged and felt the warmth of your skin made the songs unheard.

I have lived upon innumerable dreams I thought about us.
Like dejavu; they seem real as if I had already lived with you million & million times over and over again; they have now become real.
It’s been since then when you left me, I never left you.