The Second

I remember a visit you paid me, how we spent the time rather well. How we had been in different places, how the same things don’t matter at all.

The invisible words too, they vie for the attention, spilling out from unknown quarters. They are the heaviest ones. Many know the power of those most silent of words.

Maybe you are loved, there where you are. I can only hope that the days are good to you, that you can grow to see their majesty more and not forget the unseen roots.

The clock ticks, we breathe in and we breathe out, only for a short time. I nearly heard a last tick. You were nowhere in sight. I wish you well though, hope you come back to soul, to the selfless self, for it attains the greatest wealth we can possibly know.