Regretfully Yours

year

nd you like a robe at the close of a long day, but the claustrophobic kind. The

finery remained undisturbed, but inside everything came apart. He loosened the silk tie at his n

had

and lukewarm cups of tea, sat vacant. The couch where she would sprawl after long meetings, book clutched in her hands, glasses slipping down her nose-it still lay untouched, the pi

s of her-

xcept

am. Thoughtfully placed. His name, penne

e

t need t

ready

vo

, a promise of return. But deep within himself, Leon knew she wasn't coming back. The woman who shared his name but never ca

ed him most wa

n happening inside th

d mis

he roll of her eyes when he was being intolerable. The smile, even when there were unswept

aside with a wave of his hand. The unspoken dignity she showed when he shunned her at dinner parti

tolerate

she

and control, discovered he had lost the

t because he gave her e

where, along the course of time, she became other things. His wife. His ro

she ha

fits, her books, or her fr

something infini

he

in his life, Leon Knigh

t one

to get

was alrea