The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

It takes patience to say exactly what one means, to think of the right word.

I’m not sure I’ve ever felt at home in the world, but I’m not sure that’s unique.

I guess there’s no bottom to a person, but I feel you have left fewer stones unturned than anyone else who’s ever passed through, and it’s taken me some time to recognize how knowing you has been like coming in from the cold, lonely road to find a warm fire and a table laid,

I have missed you all this time, of course, but the fact is that I got every moment of you there was.