(I have no idea how to go near him. He is wide awake beneath his closed eyes but let me pretend for a while that he is asleep.)
All right dear, I know you are very angry because the storm shattered the honeysuckles you had planted for me. And I could not protect them and they are now all muddy and dead and half buried but get up man and see some oaks have fallen too. IT WAS A STORM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can you leave me alone and still locked inside our dreams.
Now I am getting angry too,,,, but wait this is not anger, this is pain, a lot of pain…. So it means you are hurting too…. okay, in love, ache looks like anger, fine.
I can feel what you are feeling… I am beside you listening to your breathing silence. This pain means nothing as long as you and me are together. You know, in this whole tumult an oak and a little honeysuckle have survived completely unscathed. While I sit by you pretending to write something you can enjoy the little game of guessing who are they!