أكاد أجزم أنني أفضح نفسي امامه لأختبئ وراءها

Dear dead Man in my life,

I miss your stories.. both real and made-up.. mostly made-up, mostly real.

I seek you -or little parts of you- in others.

I do not need lecturing about any of the  issues i have. The issues are the issues , and are deceased.

 and to me you're dead in soul.

I do not need lecturing about letting go.

Also, free falling is not for me.

The borders get blurred and all (both? all?) men merge into one. 

And he is dead.

 And you are dead.

And I walk.

while i feel dead too