Deta, where art thou

The God and weight of my world,
Sans you, everything is so hollow;
Why have you left me alone,
Don't you know, the world out there is waiting to swallow...


The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with you,
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
Pouring them all out just as they are,
Chaff and grain together,
Certain that your hand will take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with a breath of kindness blow the rest away...
Who else can do that anyway?

I pray to thee,
Wherever you may be;
Come to me and talk to me,
Coz' sans you i don't wish to be!!

I miss you Deta. It's been more than two months now and I'm still waiting for you to come and talk to me in my dreams.

Don't you miss me?
Don't to wish to talk, share, laugh and cry with me?

Please don't make me wait any longer coz' its a punishment for me!!