Thursday, September 15, 2016

Dearest Friend,

My dearest friend,
It is pleasant here; the leaves have begun to change. I spend my days with a book in my hands and a song in my head. The song is melancholy.
I do miss you, dearest friend. The breeze has gotten cooler. I take long walks and listen to the leaves break under my feet,
Please come see me, dearest friend. The days are getting shorter. I watch films in the evening to pass the time. The films are predictable.
It has been so long, dearest friend. We laid in the sun when last I saw you. We wore dresses and I picked flowers.
Do not forget me, dearest friend. My spirit may begin to change. I count the beats of my heart with a song in my head. The song in melancholy.

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