“Do you remember the metaphors?”

She shifts. The movements are precise in a way that suggests loneliness. She is not used to her time being taken up.

“No.”

“Why not? Weren’t they important to you?”

“Not really. I only built them because the terms they used were so useless.”

“Depression?”

“Mm.” 

I want to ask you who your they are but ...

Perhaps that is the wrong question.

She nods in the rhythm of my thoughts.