Somethings missing?

Where are you? We haven’t talked. Not as much as we used to. I remember. I shouldn’t feel like I should fill this void. It’s cuz i can’t…

I don’t need names, or nicknames, I’m a friend and I know that. There’s never a rite or wrong time to explain. Because I don’t need to.
Just know there’s dancing in the attic. That is heard from the basement.