Tonight you lie somewhere like I lie here on the bed. You think these things too. You feel the same way and when I begin one of these sentences, you say, Yes, before I can finish it. You say, Yes, don’t go on. The tragedy we share and which we can’t do anything about. The night air is cool like a transmitter, quiet like a fluid medium. I imagine our thoughts reaching each other. I imagine communication where there is none. I know you from miles away, from countries and continents away. I know how you are and how you feel. I’ll know you through my life in the meditative hours of the morning when another area of my mind opens and seeks you out. A feeling of fertility, of interpenetration, pregnancy, the heart, the womb.