Together apart

It's slowly getting darker, I had tried for days to forget about him when he called me last night, Henry. I asked him what the time was in Paris but I already knew (2.35 AM). His breathing was unusually calm through the wires and he spoke as if he was trying to remember the words before he said them.

I mostly listened, watching the sun as it set from a chair in the kitchen. "I'm in Nice next week, you should come see me" he said. "I'll be at the Negresco". It made sense somehow, I slept until the morning and dreamt about an ocean.

The apartment is still empty of sounds and movements, sometimes in the dark I try not to breathe and it almost feels like being alive.