He doesn’t look away from me and I can see in the sky of his eyes a little plane fly by with a banner trailing behind it that reads, “I’M SORRY, FORGIVE ME.” I write in the sand of the desert between us that I am too and I miss him already. As I step towards the door, I wonder how far we’ll get this time before we feel our way back around the darkness of everything back to each other. It’s further than I thought, because I turn to leave and he lets me.
