nina_simone raze the last time we saw each other, my laptop's failing battery died with you still signed into your facebook account. i fired the old beater back up after you were gone and landed on a conversation you weren't quick enough to close. words of love and fear from a man you said wasn't anything to you. i didn't go looking for that. it was just there. truth to temper all the lies i'd been told without knowing what they were. i could have found more. your email inbox was open in another tab. but i signed out. i'd seen what i needed to see. before the screen went dark that day, we were watching a video of nina simone playing "little girl blue" at the montreux jazz festival. around the five-minute mark, you scowled and said, "she's not a very good singer, is she?" i looked at you, too stunned to speak. then i turned back to nina shoving her soul into eighty-eight keys and a microphone and wondered how two people near enough to touch could be so far apart. 260723 what's it to you? who go blather from