To Ulile

Been a while… still aches like the last time I saw you. 
How does a heart heal from this kind of hurt? How does one return to the place before love, when nothing was overturned?
The nights seem the longest, stretching into forever and dragging on endlessly. I find myself awake on my bed, consumed with the thoughts of what could have been that will now never be.
The other day I thought I heard your voice as I walked down the avenue. I turned, overjoyed and incredulous, only to realize that a tape had been dredged up from some archive. It was being used to ridicule you…

~ an excerpt from my first novel named for my great great great grandfather, Shumbusho.

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