Hide and Seek
I'm going to die before you return, he wanted to write her, becoming an authority on suffering, of wanting to share some of it with those he loved. Not unkindly, but to dilute the deepened passion that hid half exposed in him, like a young child behind a tree, impatient to continue the game, of invisible and discovery. Just a few hours, her perfume on his white shirt and a dark wine from Basilicat...