I have numerous things to do, and do well, and it is the last minute.
As I do them, I can’t stop thinking about her, and how she was able to forget me so thoroughly. It is so easy to be absorbed in tasks, after all, and miss life, and each other.
I miss her. This work will get done, well or not-so-well. Either way, I’ll be wiser, and have learned something.
But there are some things one cannot give oneself, no matter how much one gives.