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You said you would stay until the rain stopped, and I believed you the way children believe in locked doors. Rain came. You left. I stayed. I counted the drops on the sill until the numbers stopped meaning anything at all. Now the sun is back and I am still counting, but I have run out of things to name. So I will name the silence. I will call it yours. I will leave it by the door with your boots, which are still here, which are still waiting, which are still wrong without you in them.
Cut the early setup. Keep the turn from counting to naming to leaving. The audience lands on the image of the boots.