Somewhere between Nowhere and Goodbye (An expectation)
It’s possible I cried. What’s the difference?
I cried. I didn’t cry.
Tears welled and vanished and fell and disappeared.
What’s the difference whether I cried or not?
Does it make a difference? To you?
A love story. A death story. In Paris. Or somewhere like Paris.
An old rotten greying dress. An old rotten greying man. An expectation.
