Coucou, Coucou Angela,
Says the writer.
Three years of waiting for an answer .
But the emptiness of your words is what the scribbler hears.
Long suffering he felt and the emptiness he saw but he was too slow to step the words from forming treasures he valued.
He just scribbled his words on empty sheets of hope.

Ça va fait long temps
He wonders if you could still...