r...

mr. jones, i miss you.

and everything about you.

the banters, the fights, the leg-pullings, the making-ups

the fire, the ice, the sun, the rain, the light, the darkness

my air...you took my air and i can't breathe

your voice...it's gone, and i can't hear anymore

empty. empty throne, dusty chambers, cobwebs of memories

where are you, mr. jones?