Sounds of Silence.

Dear Matt,


You know what I listen for everyday now? Not the sound of birds outside my window or the lawn mower every tuesday and thursday or even the sounds of the squirrels who live in my attic.  No.  I listen for the sound of your footsteps on the stairs. The sound of your key turning in the lock.  But all there is, all there will be anymore is silence. Long moments of nothing that stretch out forever.


Simon and Garfunkel had it right.

Je t'aime,
E.