Wrapped

She said she loved me more than any of the friends she had before, and she said she missed me whenever we had to part of even for a weekend off schedule.

She said her heart ached when I could not keep tight a talk, and that a small prick had kept her bleeding all this while.

She said my silence like a dark blunt blade sheared her skin than a brutal dagger would, that I could at least tell her all I wanted if only to keep her breath awake.

She said a cruise alone made her choose to flee to other souls for comfort; a cruise alone, she flew and shed her tears in another person’s bosom.

She told me we had grown apart, that we were not as close as before. She asked for a visit for a day or some more.

She asked more higher frequency of texts and calls, she asked…