Melancholia

I’ts just the distance, you know, this space that we try to bridge by phone calls and text messages.  I guess a congratulations is in place for being strong and hanging in there, despite the thousands of minutes we’ve already lost by being apart. I can’t always be strong, you know, though I really try to be.  It gets too melancholy sometimes that I have to strike conversations with myself. 

You asked me once why I never write you letters anymore, like the ones I used to give you back when we were always hungry (though we would always find time to always have lunch together).  I didn’t know what to say, so I hid behind my silence and wished your question away.

Oh well, another Joni Mitchell moment.