A Seasonal Lament

My David, don't you worry, 

this cold world is not for you. 

If there's one thing that everyone will remember you by, then that will be the ghost of a smile that always lingered in the corner of your mouth. Last night, the memory of that smile haunted my sleep. It kept fleeting past my eyes, hazy, grainy, but ever so palpable. We weren't close, some might say I'm overreacting, I cannot explain my own behaviour, but, you are terribly missed. You were always nice, one of the very few people who was nice to me. But you were nice to everyone. Not a person, never a person who will not remember you by your ghost of a smile.

            I remember you offering me your coat, the winter of turmoil, only because I was feeling cold in the campus, even though I had not asked for it. When I said I liked it, you said I could keep it for as long as I wanted, wear it, make it my own.  You were that nice. But last night, nothing prevented me from shivering, not even that coat of yours. You left behind a bad cold for me. And, heartbreak for so many of us!

             I don't know what your demons were, I don't know how ugly your demons were, I don't know how much they tormented you. But I hope, wherever you are, your demons have been put to rest. I hope, they can't take your freedom anymore. 

             We all loved you.. We will remember you for a long time, some of us till we grow old. July will never be the same again. I hope you are  better off now. 

Take care. 

-a grieved friend from the world which your demons inhabited. 

P.S: Some losses are irreparable.