Heartbreak is made bearable when one coats it in painting and prose. A calmer, older version of me goes back to those lost loves without anger or shame. This is what happens with age I guess.
Dear old friend
How are you? I think of you all the time but somehow, I never find the time to tell you about it. Phone calls are cheaper, email/text is free, and we are often in the same city. Yet there is a silence between us that Skype or WhatsApp cannot bridge.
Midlife Space 