keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Jul. 10, 2006 - 4:52 pm >>
a retreat

still no news from you. not a word. i'm gradually getting used to this no-words communication that we subscribed to a couple of months before you left.

sometimes i talk to you in my head. on the train, on the street, in my bed. i wonder if the days linger on your mind as they do on mine. how long until the ice melts away? how much should i keep and let go?