EVIE, I’M LOSING YOU. THE MEMORIES OF US ARE FADING. They’re less crisp. Muted. Echoes, wave ripples, expanding orbits.
The place where I keep a home for you is still here, warm, waiting. But there are other places that need to be tended to, haunted rooms that need to be cleaned out. Ghosts that need to be dealt with.
Other memories are taking over. They’re bullying their way in, pushing you out. I try to hold on, but your hands are so small. You are doing other things. I can’t hold on if you keep letting go.
You are ahead, moving forward, at a steady pace. I am running after you, but we are on different paths. I will never reach you like this. We will never touch by my chasing you.