eyes so brown like the earth you're so down to. i get lost in them-- finding myself building our house on a plot of land rich and beautiful like those eyes so brown. we'd tend a garden and watch our flowers spring beautifully into summer or pick a few and pretend we hadn't seen them growing so beautifully in that rich flower bed earthy and full of potential like those eyes so brown.
i know it will never work-- you told me so yourself. but i can't help it. i find myself waiting at the same station where you left me heart-in-hand, willing to part with the most preciously obstinate memento of all i'd ever known.
i can't give you this letter, so i'll leave it here for you to find one day
thank you, i'll cherish these memories and sweet gifts you've given me. it's hard not to smile when i think back on those tough times made quite easy by knowing you were there and cared. i'll keep these memories close to my heart and i hope that you will do just the same.
it's been nearly a month since you've gone. the distance between us is vast. six thousand miles and counting but why are we counting? whether it's one mile, or one thousand, we'll miss you because it's hard for our world to be whole when the sun is shining elsewhere on some other lucky souls.