I dwelled on you without taking a breath. Your hushed silence was too hard to conquer. There was no headway in sight. I gave up on a reunion with you. Anything hard to break isn't worth keeping.
Three children were sitting quietly under a tree. The silence that surrounding the location astounded me. For a little while, I forgot I was in the midst of life.
The letter you wrote for me has arrived. It's wet. I'm not sure what made it wet—your tears or the rain that poured along the way. It cannot be read. But I'm curious which of my two conclusions would please you.