Well …

The sequence of events went something like this …
I was on a high after our day at the museum …
And the kisses and hugs were so nice … and then … nothing!
Then when I see her next, I say something like “you could have texted me to let me know you were ok”.
So she says “you never texted me” …
And I say “I didn’t want to bother you …
And I was sore that you didn’t ask me to go away with you” …
“You knew that was my time” she says …
“Yes” I say …
“And then after not hearing from you, I imagined you getting together with the waiters & bar staff & who knows else” …
“No you idiot” … she says …
I was too busy doing things …
And watching couples with nothing to say to each other” …
“That’s pathetic!” … I say … and add …
“So I got very drunk …
And wrote …
And the next morning, my hangover gradually morphed into feeling like I’d survived a train wreck, but was staggering about dazed & concussed & overcome with an urge to salvage something from the tangled mess …
2 books & a CD …
Then I heard your voice …
And felt better” …
And as the spatial distance between us decreased, the emotional separation also evaporated …
“And together … the music sounded so nice …
And when I’m crazy …
You ignore me so well …
And each time you vanish …
I worry a little less” …
“You can text me” she says and adds …
“But don’t expect me to reply straight away” …
I think about it, knowing I will sometime, but not sure what to say just then …
“I will & I won’t” I say and add …
“I am getting to know you …
Seeya” …