sorry_and_glad_together fyn gula it's the end of a long goodbye, everything melted down to one final embrace at heathrow departures. for a brief moment your gaze is caught by a jet taking off and then you turn back to me and i disappear into the green dream again. "we are," you say. "always." i know," i said. i did. you placed your carry on over your shoulder and peeled yourself away like fucking velcro. one step. two. you stop and i see the glistening. three months. how will i do it? 020624 what's it to you? who go blather from