Index Of Hum Tum -

Indexed under Train stations, coffee cups gone cold, and the hinge of a door that will never open the same way again. Also under See you later —because you refused to say goodbye.

“I can’t sleep.” “Neither can I.” That’s the whole entry. It appears twice in the index—once under Loneliness , once under Home . Index Of Hum Tum

It is written as a lyrical, reflective prose poem or a personal essay, playing on the double meaning of “index” (a list/guide, or a pointer/finger). 1. The first letter. You wrote it on a torn page from a notebook meant for physics diagrams. I still have it. The ink has smudged, turning the ‘h’ in hum into a ghost. It was the index finger pointing toward possibility: You. Me. Maybe. Indexed under Train stations, coffee cups gone cold,