It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way otherthan just getting older.

To world enough and time.

Time, let me vanish. Then what we separate by our very presence can come together.