it’s funny how words fail us and by funny i mean depressing and by fail i mean reaching out to hug you only to find you were waving at somebody else and i was brushing my teeth when i wrote this and so this is only a reflection in a window overlooking a city that has failed us both and by failed i mean loved and by loved i mean taken from us and by taken i mean given and by given i mean made and by made i mean make something and by that i mean build like putting rocks on rocks until a mountain is formed and how mountains don’t seem to move but they do but they move slowly and by slowly i mean growth but by growth i don’t mean cancer i mean development like a film meaning photographic film in a solution not meaning answer and what i’m trying to say is i love you and all our differences are like the sun and the summer and the autumn and the rain and i was wearing the hoodie my mother bought me that i never wore until it was too late and by that all i can say is how when i was brushing my teeth i remembered all the people i’ve known and loved but never seen after seeing them the last time but not knowing that would be the last time i’d see them.