I woke up in the middle of the night. Wanting to write you a letter.
A long, long, long letter.
For all the things in the past.
As if to explain.
To flesh out.
But of course I didn’t.
I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to be closer to you.
To connect with you in some way.
Or if it was really simply to apologise.
And then today I heard.
You’d gone on and done yourself an upgrade.
A woman at your side.
The letter never left my mind, never made it to paper, never made it to you.