It’s been almost a week since I’ve heard that you’re gone, and it still doesn’t make sense.
I’ve heard the news, but it feels like an idiom spoken in a foreign language – I understand what the words mean, but I can’t comprehend them.
I don’t even remember when I last spoke to you in person, instead of on a Whatsapp screen.
I don’t remember what was the last thing I ever said to you.
I always thought there was more time – we’d meet again in person someday, when we were both free, when we were in the same city…some day…
How can you be gone?
How can you be gone?