Maybe part of the problem, looking back, was here, in the things we lost between each other, in our failed sentences, in the things we lost the courage to say. In easier times, there was less at stake. What did it matter if a few things were lost, when we had so much in store? But soon the space between us became dark and impassable, and in the aftermath we had lost so much of ourselves that we hadn’t the energy to try it all again.
