There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away. The things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle. You will hear that she left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot quite interpret before the connection crackles and is broken. Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains, you will think of her.
The first time I read this piece, it blew me away, and that was at least a few years ago. It still blows me away when I come across it now. I have copied it in many a commonplace book. I typed it for you now, though it is readily available on the internet for copy and pasting. It just means something to me, and at times it reminds me of someone I know, other times I think I am the girl. To me, it is very profound. Neil has a lot of good stuff, if you look for it, but this will always be my favorite.