Dear John- I Noticed

there's something about this air its misty morning rise feels heavy like a thunderous rain pounding against window's the eyes of a soul cries somewhere in the fog lost within the edges of society in silence it's shrouded almost unnoticed but i see it peeking through like this sun beneath clouds yet i can't feel it in its hidden state the warm glow the way it was always shining now sits dormant no one saw it waning but i did i wondered why but never questioned do we ever question every passing storm or is it just the ones that leave the biggest impacts? perhaps no one else noticed it was growing dimmer in the recent months no one saw the storm approaching like i did i almost feel the weight this soul bears it's heavy upon my mind like this air as it chokes me on thoughts yet i know not why I have noticed John writing less, visiting less, commenting less...perhaps many did too...i just never questioned because i am not one to pry...as the first to notice his farewell poem, it weighed heavy...i have sensed something for a while now and his short replies to those of us that did comment on his poem seem so off for John, out of character...i pray he is well and all is okay