It’s been so long since I’ve heard anyone call your name. It’s been so long since you were mine, I feel I don’t have any claim to you anymore. The curve of your shoulders, the colour of your eyes, the sound of your sighing. These are distant things I have remembered and misremembered so many times that I no longer have a truth for them. It has been so long, and still I could have died today when that woman said your name.
