I saw N'Lisa for the first time in months this morning.She didn't know you had died. She cried. A policeman, probably a friend or boyfriend, was picking her up in the snow to take her to work. She said she'd come over really soon. The woman who lived in the house next door to us died last week. She was very old. Her sons will probably sell the house now. I don't want to ever move from here. I don't want to be somewhere you weren't.
I love you.