The last few lines of this post are from a memory I’ve shared with one of the most incredible people. I hope she sees this someday.
There have been times
When I’ve felt the impulse,
A short stab in my heart
That tells me to reach out,
And place the words into your ears.
I ask myself every day.
I wish it were a simple fix
But it’s much more than that.
It’s not like our days in the past
Where tape and glue would do,
The only things that needed fixing
Were the paper towers we built back then,
When you were nine
And I was ten.