Answers I do not have.

...Every now and then, I search.
I type in your name to google and see what I can find.
See if I can find you. Any traces of your existence.

And today, there you are.
There is your face that I haven't seen in years.
How old were you then...the last time I saw you...
Six...seven?

What can I say?
How do I begin?
Why should you want to know of me at all...
When you were probably too young to feel it as a loss of any kind.

My heart freezes.
I type no words, just in case they are the wrong ones.

I don't know what I can say

I don't know what I can say...