things are here, and you're over there

and in between: land, sea, everything

i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,

and the way things used to be.

yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,

but i knew and i know that it was a lie.

i tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried

i mean our room. i went back to our room and cried

retreat, and come back home.