Dear Augustus,
I'm writing after a long time and I just feel the necessity to as my poetry writing is bizarre now. I was running through the few hours with you in my mind. Most memorable moments of my life to be precise. You were all smiles and excited. Words were just flowing as you kept talking beside and I remember all I did was just listen.Not that I didn't have anything to say but then I decided I'd just listen to you... for one, that was the first time I was seeing you talk so much out of excitement. Two, I didn't want to interrupt and spoil the words flow from you. Three, I was taken aback by your words that I was so absorbed in listening to you. I do realise how I hold your words now. Maybe I too should have said a word or two then. It's alright, your words were some of the beautiful thoughts you shed and it still echos in my ears everytime I close my eyes. These words were your gift to me, weren't they? These words you left with me are more fulfilling than any other way of expressing of what we hold, aren't they? Being a person who yearns for kind and compassionate words from people around... What more could have I asked for? What more could you have given me?
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