Will we ever make up and be friends? I was always a sucker for your lines, the charm of your diction, makes anyone forget the war.

I read your work and I wonder

what kind of person you came to be

between the details

the ache of your pen

diction pulled between the creases

of these ordinary moments.

"I think I miss you," he says.

You know what kind of amazes me? People who can write complete fantasy novels well.