Count the seconds between Lightning and Thunder, L comes before T and that determines how far you are away. Alice calls crying. He’s lost it all, he had it but he has lost it — all of it. You travel back to the place, the very spot, you’ll be flooded with remembrances. Count the hours, the years. I’ll be 50, he’ll be 37. We respect each other, we push each other but not past comfort, of a Kind. I get all the questions and I see all the inconsistencies, always. It’s always shocking when it shows, those. She’s further away now. His voice, always turning on the sweet, where is that accommodation for me? I’m difficult. I require communication. Talk, since you’re here. Talk, tell me everything. The more I know the more I can do. It’s a kind of never-forgetting, also a kind of learning. It’s summer. I want to learn new things about old places. Let’s go back to some together, for the first time. The rain is blocking the moon, but I know it’s full.