we are in the television room. he is outside, at the glass door. he is not looking in at us (we are in the television room). he is not looking in at us but looking out at the garden, at the swing, still, windless, swinging. he is whispering heavy something heavy breathless less leaves leaving. always leaving. and it's raining, too, rain that really is trying, you know? and there is no light and no colour, and no sound, apart from the light and the colour and the sound from the television, but he's not looking, whispering, never looking. we are crying a bit, and blinking to make the tears thinner. we were members, and we had sound and we had colour. the rain is trying. okay. tell him okay.
The fact that he came home with me but spends all his time in your room gives me a different message.
It is all very complicated, I just don't know what to think.
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