JJ

It’s harder than you think. An abyss deeper than death and sadder than any sorrow. Echoes fill the empty space in between. I never, ever, lose time whispering to the wind – sometimes we close the rift. Fingertips press against each other or they very nearly do, just another nanometer, just another ‘I miss you’ from a timeline where things played out in your favour and I’m but an echo…

I miss you.

I dream of you often – I don’t think I’ll ever stop whispering to the wind.

 

JBV