It’s quiet here, on this island in the archipelago. I’m in a café looking out at the city. I like the charcoal-and-silver sky, the ever-changing grey of the sea. It’s my favourite hour of the day, the hour when daylight blends with electricity. My coffee is good, it has a rich aroma; there’s raspberry and rum in my tart. I miss you. No longer with vertigo, but with a quiet longing. I love you. No longer with self-regard, but with all that’s good in my heart. Does this poem I’ve written here capture that?