She lays a blank sheet of paper down on the table in front of her.
She writes these words with his pen: I don't know where or when I will see you next. She reads her words over carefully. She reads them again and again. Each time they take on a different tone.
This is what she wants to write, and she has written it, but somehow, it isn't enough. Her thoughts hold more than these words can give. More than they want to give.
She holds the pen close to the paper, waiting.