I am here to return the bowl. The door is never locked. The house does not smell of cinnamon. “Sketches of Spain” not on the turntable, not in its red-yellow-black sleeve. Sermon unfinished on the desk, map open on the sink. The closet is not…

We never really touched… Yet, we know it was love. Together only in moments; Absence makes us fonder. We were together in mind… Yet, we are better away; Togetherness can breed contempt, Absence was our friend. Now, I wish I was there… You have not…