All we lost It is midnight. I am awake, sitting on the bench that used to occupy two, feeling the roughness of the space with my palms, staring into the night. I unconsciously try to make a shape out of the not so visible trees. The cold seep into my bones. You dwell on my mind, deep. Memories. How did we get to this? How inseparable we used to be, standing beside each other against the whole world, exploring every nitty-gritty of our existence. The sweet rapport we had, the…
