Ten minutes ago, I dropped youat the airport, and you cried and I staredblankly at the wall above your head, waitingfor the tears I knew wouldn’t fall,not there, not then,not when I needed them to. Now I’m on the road, heading backto the apartment you helped me decorate,and there’s a hole in my stomach,the air conditioner…

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