awayfromthesun

Things are here, and you're over there, and in between: land, sea, everything. I hope you're warm, and I hope you think of me and the way things used to be.
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died, but I knew and I knew that it was a lie. I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried-- I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried.
Retreat, and come back home.