How well we know

Fat Yak and cigarettes in a rapidly cooling Perth night. A Perth night that you now love. How bitterly ironic that you could only discover this wonder on your own. Only away from me can you rejoice in the little things and love the different rhythm of life here. (But cricket? Really?)

Was I stifling? Quite possibly, although you say this isn't so.

Our talk was soft and overlong, and today, other than the hangover, I am saddled with the weight of heavy memories, the burden of knowing you too well.