November 27, 2008

My dearest,

There, your back, it’s turned to me. That’s as far as you seem to be. You walk, you pause, you stop in your tracks. The steps you take bring us close, take me back. The red days of then, when all was new. Nothing was certain, what was true. The past undulates, the hours gone precipitate. We will walk these paths again, we will walk and walk again. Give me your hand, take mine. Doesn’t matter where we go, we will be fine. For where we end up, there we will be. Always together, you and me.

Yours, ever and always.