R.M. Dolin, December 23, 2023
Another sleepless night spent methodically dissecting all those times I sensed your hesitation, beating myself up for not saying something when I know I should. Final judgement is painfully harsh, banished to the isolated wilderness of regret where moments of silence are amplified in cold echoes bouncing poorly off the uncaring walls of my darkening arroyo.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Isabelle laments not helping Henry through his hesitation.
