Seven Months now, or Eight.

Seven months now?

Or eight?

Is the Texas sky still blue?

Or black with the corpses of those who should have lived.

Does Karen still tend her garden?

Does Annie still make you muesli?

Do the Mexican nanny’s still push their infants round Ramsey Park?

I miss you so much.

I’m old.

I deserve this last chance at true love.

I watch you every day.

It’s only an ocean.

I miss you so much.