This is where I lost you, when an angel tickled my nose and I sneezed very loudly. A few people turned to give me looks and it was the first time I ever felt … judged. That’s when you left. By the time I looked up you were slipping out the door. I did not know you would ever leave, but now I understand why. Each week I come back, hoping you will return. Sometimes, I think you are close, in the pauses – in the breath between sobs and laughter, I hear your whisper.