overflowing raze he was telling me about what happened when his wife of thirty years went up north to teach at some isolated alcove with a name neither one of us knew how to pronounce and fell in love with someone else. he shared the quiet moments after she was gone. how she let people believe he'd been the one to break things. how he folded like a bad brochure. one night he ran a bath. he was so exhausted he fell asleep with the water still running. he woke to a wet world of his own making. the damage forced him to finally fix up a house that had been hurting for a long time. he bought out the woman who no longer lived there with him so he would own it outright. he took on tenants to make some extra money. when he was ready, he sold the place at a profit. he found love again when he wasn't looking for it, with someone who understands his heart. but sometimes when he reaches for her he has to stop himself from speaking the name of the one who flew away and left him to drown in the ocean of her leaving. 260123 what's it to you? who go blather from