It's been one month since sindrian
returned to Ohio to finish his degree.
In five months, he will graduate and come visit, then go to his summer internship in California.
In eight months, he will be home in Boston for good.
I count the days, the nights, the space in the bed that would be his, the absence of him; I keep my silent constant tally. We say "Next year in Boston", but he missed this
Arisia, will miss this
BARCC Walk, this
Blogathon. We can't hit a pause button on the rest of the world.