3:40

Another ring added to the bags under my eyes, the bark of untouched wood, a canopy of birds singing your name.

How easy it seems to pass judgement. Asked about my wait, I hear unkind words from those who don't know the first thing about you.

Or me.

Have the sweetest dreams your mind can conjure, my love. Carry them into your waking hours as a sword and shield against a world that cares for the flavour of the week.

And call upon your ally sometime.

Smoke and mirrors.

Into thin air, just like a black magic trick. I'd be tempted to think of a bad mojo, but there isn't.

And I breathe on, I walk with the outward appearance of life.

Did I ever say or act like I expected?

Without insulting the grief of those every Thursday at Plaza de Mayo, that is what happens with unexplained disappearance.

It doesn't heal but with a frank answer.

That is my side of things. What's yours? Have I not shown I listen?