No, I didn't write about it. It didn't seem relevant. Although a last minute flight across the country just to see you for 10 hours should be relevant. I came, but you weren't there. Your body was there, but you and my favorite mahogany eyes were gone. Replaced by a countenance I couldn't even recognize. I don't miss, you. I miss the you that loved me. You're slipping from my memory and my heart--it bothers me. But it doesn't.