Dear Benjamin,
Sorry to leave without saying anything. I didn't want to interrupt, you seemed so busy, preoccupied. I came to say farewell, but looking in the window, seeing the dry creek bed furrow of your brow, the way your fingers twitched as though hoping to pull from the very air answers as to what it was you had forgotten was next to do, I paused before knocking. I thought after some time you might see me there, thought you might turn for a second and remember who I was, invite me in.
You left the room.
I'll be in touch soon,
M
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