I'm sorry Ketaki,

Please come back. I miss you very very much.

You ache in my mind and itch on my hands. You flitter incessantly in my thoughts with razor memories. Your loss is always blossoming, always fresh, always a wound, always an unwritten song, always the hint of spring, always what might have been.

You are always the kiss I forgot to give, always the forehead I did not wipe clear of doubt, always the hand that slipped away in chaos, always the pain I did not assuage, always the beginning of wonder, always arrested youth, always missed opportunity, always Ketaki, always what might have been. Please come back. I miss what might have been.

Love always,
Arnab