A letter to 'I'.

I met him 4 years ago, in my neighbourhood. We were both members of the British council library as it turned out.
We became friends, good neighbours till i moved to another city and we kind of lost touch.
3 years later, unplanned, by sheer providence, we became neighbours again, in another neighbourhood, and as though predestined, we became colleagues in business.
Friends, the past few days have just drifted past with no substance for me. I cannot think, nor sleep well. I am numb with pain.
Just 3 weeks ago, he called me up, "de-tente", im hungry,lets go grab something to eat". I told him that was one more reason to bring his family over! Anyways i invited him over and we had lunch.
2 weeks ago, we talked extensively about a scholarship i was interested in,relationships,business and even death......
This is to you 'I',
I still cannot believe you are gone
My eyes water as i write this, yet i cannot cry
You were my friend more than ever in recent times
But you never said goodbye
What can take this pain away?
'I' I needed to do this
This has brought forth the tears
They say its good to cry........
Rest in peace dear 'I'