Open Letter

since i last heard your voice i have started wearing new gloves (i thought i lost the old ones, but as it turns out, i had not) and thrown my spoon ring, yellowing and bent, away. i wear my other ring on the opposing thumb, and my watch battery died. these are things you would have noticed one by one, as they happened, but all at once, will appear imperceptible to you when you next see my face. you will only perceive that something has changed. these are the threads that tightly tethered your understanding of my heart to your spirit, but you can never understand what you will not observe with devoted diligence. i am fading from the lexicon of things you know like the back of your hand.