I left the platform and missed my train for a very important phone conversation.

As I walked back down the stairs, tears already clinging to my eyes from the news, of course he was playing Bach.

I stood and listened to the entire cello suite, until he started packing up. He looked up and asked me if I would have wanted to hear it all again, the same one.

I said yes, that I would have never wanted it to end.

Timing is everything, and tense is important, isn’t it?