Today I would tell you about the market I went through in the morning. It reminded me of the markets we never saw together that you always visited. I wanted to send you this picture I took of people moving around in the market, going about their daily lives, creating that small, almost invisible moment of harmony.

At work I almost cried. As I try to orient my life around you I see it’s all imaginary, an insane person’s final grab at the unattainable. An object shot in space with the knowledge that it will do nothing, like some rubber band that was pulled and it’s now wobbling on its own without any rhyme or reason.

When coming home from work I saw bumblebees collecting nectar as they flew from flower to flower to the the rhythm of some elaborate symphony. And I remembered how I used to put my ear on your chest and listen to your heart beat the tune of my life.