It’s summer in the city again.

Somehow the seasons continued to change. The rain continued to fall, soaking the hot pavement, making the steam rise from the streets.

Somehow, with you gone, I never thought it would all continue. And I never anticipated how empty it would leave me.

The day I got the call…. well, everything seemed to stop.

Maybe you know about that, though. Maybe you saw. Maybe you can see me now, as I look out the window, unable to concentrate on this book, tears falling onto its unread pages.

There’s a clothesline that hangs out the window. I wonder if you remember it wherever you are. I wonder if you can see it still – fraying yellow and blue rope. Cheap, really. But we make the best of it, like we always did.

It connected our apartments, will a small pulley under each window – remember? And we tied a little coffee can onto the clothesline and sent notes across the clogged street below us.

And I sit here, eyes blurred by tears, knowing that it’s never going to be the same.