May 20th, 2005 - 11:23 pm
» ‘out walking in the rain’
The second time around was harder, I think. Goodbyes are always like that, though.
I’ve had a bad few days. Still a little unwell. Feeling glass-hearted. Sick with wishing. Silent, silent, and my hands having forgotten what little language they once knew. Gesturing uselessly.
Tonight I can remember only the sign for death, and the hard grateful tug of the thumb from the chin.