It’s been six months. You’re still gone. Apart has become normal even to us. Absence is absence, but we get on. We’re fine, we're Good. We speak rarely, but feel every day. Maybe that’s why the silence. Words are too articulate— they make things real. I’ve been drawing, writing, living. You too. Past is past. I’m… Continue reading The away team wears grey ’cause they’re Away
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