(You are, after all, on my mind enough, deep enough, for me to speak to you when you are not here.)

((You have become become an entity my mind speaks to into the darkness, the vastness, the otherwise emptiness. And an entity of love and presence that my mind chooses to speak to many a times instead of to the entities of pain and loss))

But not always.

Perhaps, I don't speak to you so much when you're not here because there isn't so much unsaid.

Because of the freeness to express myself to you, because of the respect you hold for me, I am not left brewing unspoken thoughts alone only.

I am not used to this. I am stuck on a mental state of being lonely even when I'm not alone, even though I have people in my life now who love me even when I speak my mind.