This is another one i wrote some days after jan 26

Death sperates us at this time,
There was a time when we played,
When we laughed and dreamt the best for each other.
The time when u held my hand when i got scared.
The time when i told you things will work out fine.
Now I am here writing to myself, reading to myself
And stopping myself from calling out to you,
To come and read my thoughts.
I am here alone and you are there.
Far away.