"Baby..."

But I hear you in the middle of the night. You come to me and won't let me sleep. I put out my hand to touch the side of the bed that you have known. The sheets are cold. I will grow old in them. I have been alone before, but this is worse because now I have you to remember and nothing like you to look forward to. Even when I had you I cried for you, just looking at you. Do you remember? In one of those stolen moments I looked at you on the bed in a country hotel and was overcome with the strength of my feelings for you. You didn't say anything, you just put your hand to my cheek.

The Hong Kong Fir Doctrine Elliot Perlman