Yesterday I felt desperate to hold you.

Two, three, and four yesterdays ago I felt afraid to tell you that I miss you. Tomorrow and the next four, five, six, seven, eight tomorrows are going to be away from you and I am going to try to not wait to hear from you because you are so far away.

Today I will sit in the good lighting by the window and pretend to be a leaf while I drink two cups of black-mango tea.