Heard from Him?

Heard from him?
Gone a year in January
Had to get away and write
Wonder if he's any good

Wonder what he thinks
A foreign city, a foreign tongue
What he does as my sun comes up
and his goes down

Suppose he has regrets?
or thinks it's all just cool as hell
Smiling at the vagaries of life
why some stay, some have to go

Could be easier for him this way
with no witnesses, out of sight
Out of mind, only one side to tell
Who could remind him it's otherwise

What's a writer's life, if not to tell
those long, involved, strangulated lies
Not bold, the telling easier than living
History, from the winner's point of view

It's a thieving, running thing to do
hiding from a life that didn't work
Making one that does from writing it
Have you heard from him ?