All alone I lie here. My love has been wrenched from me. Where she is now, I know not.
We were made for each other!! Without her; my existence feels pointless. What use am I alone? She gave my life its meaning and purpose.
Perhaps that is why you have left me here to die….
While packing my clothes, to carry to Bahrain from India, I seem to have left one, of a pair, of my socks behind. Poor chap, he probably knows that I don’t wear mismatched socks and that his end is near. This little piece is what I think he would say to me, if only he could talk.