I heard your bangles clinking behind me, although I know you aren't there. The distant sound of glass on glass was so real, that I turned around to reach out for it. I almost believed for all of a second that you were standing behind me.

It wasn't unsettling but I did come and sit on my bed thinking about it longer than I thought I would. I wasn't spooked. I just wondered if at all you were there, somewhere. I remembered how you looked out of the window, with your elbows propped on the sill, at the lights and the crackers, this time of the year.

I thought of you yesterday when I was amidst all those people. I just wanted you to know that even though I stood expressionless when you left, I miss you more often that I let on.