Gone
The wind has been so still since that night. I’ve just been sitting in the cabin. You always said it was too far from town, and from you, and I never took you too seriously. I just figured we hadn’t been that close in a while, and that you were just saying it to be polite, or to hint that you dreaded the trip. I recall the way you would look down after you said these kinds of things, an awkward crease in your brow. I would reply with a joke to clear the air, and watch you chuckle at the ground. Then we’d go on doing whatever we were doing.
