letterwishes

With whom, now that you have gone, with whom will our conversation continue? Well, perhaps that is the meaning, the ending-ness, the limit, a half-sentence without elipsis.

Whereas from my everyday point of view there is only continuing, adjusting, arranging. You have lodging in me as a principle, while your person has left. Memory keeps the shell, now a roadsign pointing inwards, or backwards.

It is now the first anniversary of your death.