On the days I visited the care center, I’d walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and... [+]
The weather was good today, you answer whenever I ask how are you, how was your day. I don’t know when we stopped talking about what mattered the most because you won’t tell me. I ask are you OK, and you shrug and wait until I’m out of the room to confess to your cigarette. If you wanted me to figure you out without you taking a risk once in a while, you should’ve married the magician, the one who made you beam when he pulled a rabbit out of a hat and gave it to you for the world to see.