When I asked Florence what she wanted to do, if not go out.
"Listen to myself."
What do you hear when you listen to yourself?
"Not much... weak and commonplace."
I tell her I will come visit her.
"First come by yourself so there's nothing in my way when I tell you how awful you are.... That's a joke."
I know.
"I have to work on it."
*Simon and Garfunkel
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
