it has been a while since we spoke.
even now, you will not receive this letter,
along with others not sent.
some went away to exhibition, while others remain in my head.
it is the rule, no contact. today is cooler, we change the clocks soon.
i suppose you are nearly retired, yet i have lost track.
even so, i reflect on what i have done, i ask, what have i done?
it lingers in the past with no judgement here, they are good friends.
we may ask what have you done, yet it does not matter now.
all things pass.
i shall occasionally write, and never send.