Sunset from my second floor

Donno what to say when I have no one with me, perhaps talking to the wind will help to heal my soul again.
Dear
I know you are somewhere watching me, but you keep yourself unseen and untouched. It is all about love you said one day. But it feels like hatred, is that what you call love?

Maybe, you have had your own peace up there, I wish so....I want to see the brightest you among them

Meet you soon my dear