The letters.
There are nine of them and they are from 1970, 1971, 1972 and one from the April of 1974.
And all nine came back to him.
And I have let people assume that this is because he had the wrong address or because the post was what it was.
I moved flats at Cantrell in the September of 1972.
And I did not send him the new one.
And the first four reached me at the old place before that, in 1970 and 1971, and I read all four and I answered two.
And then I stopped.
And I have been telling the whole of this, since the April of last year, as a story about two people who were kept apart.
Nothing kept us apart. I had four letters in my hand at twenty years old and I answered two of them and then I got on with my life, which is what people do at twenty and which I would not take back.
