Taking down faded old photos. Lovely sisters on the pier. Now with them gone, strangely and mightily sad.
I hate it when you lump us together, she said.
Miscommunication, lack of understanding, vengefulness, desire to wound. La Condition Humaine. Why be surprised?
Empty space on the wall. Ready for new photos, unfaded and colorful. Yet now with them gone, strangely and mightily sad.