24.OCT.2011
2:19P

it is finally happening. i hear from you late at night:

"ok, now that i am drunk i will tell you that i am leaving. moving to austin. probably in two weeks."

you went on. compliments, an offer, encouragement, none of it mattered, i told you that was not the point.

"i know." i can picture your face. i can hear your heavy sigh.

july came and went silently. november and everything after will be deafening.

how to speak an unspoken understanding.
twelve days to find words for the last two years.
two thousand miles.
your singing voice.
a lantern extinguished.