December 19, 2015
I'm on a knoll and below me is raging water. There is the gray sky and the sound of a song you used to sing. It's been years and years since I came here last, hoping to see you. On this spot where the gnarly tree is, we said our goodbyes. We pretended to hear each other and understand. We walked away with more questions than answers, more uncertainty than ever before. I have to be honest, I didn't want clarity from you at the time. I've decided to never come back. But hearts change and here I am waiting.