Talk To You

I am beginning to come to terms with the fact that I can no longer talk to you. All this time since we last spoke I feel the brokenness of my heart without having really mourned the loss of you. Not that you have passed away but perhaps your living hurts worse. I still check for signs of you via social media and my email, but there is none. I almost wish I could send you a message in a bottle saying, "Please, I am still here. I am still waiting. Forgive me of whatever you think I did. Come home."