Part 107.

It’s been a while, now

Hasn’t it?

You’ve grown old.

You’ve grown cold,

In the eyes. I can tell

You’re not you, anymore.

Elliott said that today was Friday.

He was wrong, but I didn’t correct him.

Poor guy never can win.

How’s the new townhouse?

Are the tiles straight?

Are the walls white enough for your sensitive eyes?

Are your eyes still always open?

Or do they close nowadays?

The reason I’m writing you,

I suppose you’re wondering by now,

Is just to say hello.

I guess I had more questions to ask

Since the last time we spoke.

…Funny how those things surface when you least expect it.