You were at my house yesterday.

I feel empty without you.

You are the light of my life.

I can't believe you are gone.

I feel responsible eventhough your Mum says it is not so.

Everyone was whispering about you today.

They were avoiding my gaze.

I get on the bus another day gone without you by my side.

A hole is growing in my chest.

I stare vacantly out the window.

My hand feeling empty without your hand holding mine.

I get off the bus and glance at all the posters with your photo on it.

The description of you is boring:

BLACK HAIR, BLUE EYES, TALL, MUSCULAR.

I cry silently to myself.

Where could you possibly be?