the places we gohe wrote to me:that he sits in the gutter and helooks up at my window and he isthere and he is not and we'reokay and we arenot.he wrote to me:your silence is not enough. and ithink your feet caught the dust asyou walked away. and i think mymouth was filled with dustas you walked away. and i couldn'tsay wait and ilet you down again and. you justwalked away.he wrote to me:learn the meaning of wait. and tellit to me. sometimes the flies belongin the kitchen and sometimes i forget to feedthe cats and sometimes iforget to lock thefront door and close the windowswhen it starts to rain.he wrote to me:w