Dewdrops.

I've been reading logged SMSes, emails and rummaging through the blog archives.

"If want me, just call k?"

"Call me if you want to talk. Hug."

Here I am, wiping away the glassy knolls from my eyes.

I'm angry at myself -

Why does it matter so?

Despite numerous attempts and even changing homes, the searing pain fails to ebb.