The day you came back I was shocked at the coincidence. When you appeared in the doorway you were like an unrecognizable silhouette. When your silhouette appeared at the door it was like night time. When I saw your silhouette at the door it was lit from behind like at sunset or sunrise or the holocaust.

When you stood up and laughed it was as though she came back from the dead. When you left it was like her death. When you laughed everything opened up. When she was alive space was less defined. When she died there were only hard lines and definitions to live by. When she was alive the arts flourished in her care.
Before you came there was a limit to freedom. When you arrived she came back. Before you came, the memory of her was dead. When you came she lived again. When she died I lost my guide to adulthood. When you left I grew up. After she died leaving became unbearable. When she left she died. After that all leavetaking became like death. After that no presence remained intact. Before she died we lived in a ramshackle house and liked it. After she died ramshackle became inferior. After she died we entered a long dark tunnel.