The waiting

"Since you left the 24th of November the nights are getting colder. The sun is not as warm as it used to be. At least I have the rain, but you took away my umbrella.

I have smoked a thousand cigarettes. I have written you 83 poems that you have not read and I have drawn you 31 drawings that you have not seen.

This will be the last one. But so was the one before."

Done in Procreate.