I’ve moved on. I hope you can too. And just like that, I am lost. It is possible we will not meet again in this life. Only the naked sky connecting our far away worlds. When I get lonely I look up. How are you feeling? Are you happy? Nothing. Blue, blank, benign stare. I plead with the air. But it’s no use. I am like a leaf floating. A disciple of wind. Devotee of neither branch nor ground. Little by little, I learn to take the sky at its word.