The Line Goes Dead

The line went dead, and he let the cord carry him back inside. I miss the times when the things we made at home meant more than anything we would have found in any fancier galaxy. For years, I've longed for a sense of peace within myself, and now that I've reached it, I find it hard to step away from it. It's not your fault for not knowing this. But neither is it my fault for not telling you. Some things are better said in their own time. Love, your son.