Otherwise Maladroit

24 May 1999

I thought there would be much rejoicing when she comes home. I thought her absence, and the result of it, a sort of longing as I imagined, would reconcile our differences when she left. But when she came as if she never went at all, I realized that I missed her when she was gone, and did not on the exact moment she arrived.

posted by Otherwise Maladroit @ 4:47 PM