The words for three and yesterday are only an aspiration apart in Armenian. Yerek. Yereg. Sometimes it’s the three of us and sometimes it’s just yesterday. It’s just something past. Someone past. Passed by, aside, moved on, moved up, up and away.

Not an entire awayness because we can monitor, glance, like, share, subscribe. My heart is sent to you so you can send yours back to me, and in that exchange I’m saying, ‘I love you and I miss you. I don’t remember how this chasm formed, tell me how to fix it.’ And yours is saying, ‘No thank you, I am gone and better for it, you drain.’