Dear You,

I want to tell you of the lilac air, and

how my head is shedding long hairs across my life, and

I want to show you the river, how the wind won’t stop making waves, and

see here, how the crescent moon seems to slip a bit more each night, and

I’m reading a book that I either love or loathe, and

I need you to help me know myself. Are you here?

Please, stand with me in this floral cloud and

smell the memory of spring.

Love,

Drew

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