II.
II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling of your chest in the night, or taste the bite of your fingers clamped sweetly around my own. And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face appears to me. – [the gate shifts on its hinges, lavender stalks shrug and bend] – I’m still here. I’m…