Dear collector of moments,
Let's freeze this frame a bit longer:
The warmth of the indoors,
With the occasional breeze,
Causing us to curse the cracked windows.
Your affection and creations of beauty
Will be heavily missed.
You are a loss to your city
And a blessingful gain to the land
Of sun and freeways
And spray tans.
I wish I could go with you,
Or that I could appear south
Whenever I desired.
But postages stamps
Will connects our hands,
Over invisible candles.
3 comments:
spray tans! woot woot!
this is beautiful. I will miss our sweet Melody.
a delayed response, but nice!
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