I find myself driving around the curves of Ridgefield and wonder if you once knew these roads so well you got lost in thought and forgot you were even driving.

Are these treelines and old houses etched into your memory and if so, could I communicate through past trajectories to reach you now?

That’s unlikely.

I remember I looked at you with sunglasses covering my eyes. Our eyes are the windows to our souls. I was too scared to show you that.

If I had, you would have seen a fire that burned so hot, and so bright, and so long for you…

Lose everything.

There in that moment.

Extinguished by my tears.