Up And Over We Go

Dear K

I will always like seeing you. I'll always be a little warmth in the cold. I can't be a roaring fire, but I'll serve to warm your hands and toes. I am glad we had those couple of minutes together, it meant a lot to see you and your new hair color. Had I changed at all?

Am I different every time you see me? Is this how our lives will be from now on? An annual sighting and a weekly letter? At least we'll have those things.

I am losing touch with people that I used to love. The distance is so strange. The times we all had shared, are locked away in my head. I'm just sort of drifting along in the dark up here. Like you would if you climbed around an attic filled with smoke, and I keep putting my feet through the floor.

Someday when you are healthy and ready, maybe you could come see me in my little city.

Regards,
K