The clock hands keep tick-tick-ticking on, and — as always — I struggle to remain on time.
What will it be like? His questions never cease, and I’m running out of different ways to answer him.
Despite my grimace and deficient stature, / I lead a life most fine…
Dusk falls; the noise fades, / And I relish the quiet…
They spend the mornings frolicking around the expansive backyard.
The clouds roll over ahead, and — despite the clear blue peeking through the fluffy white — I can’t help but / Groan…
Sprouting from the ground, / The dandelion winks at / Me and gives me hope.
The time has come for / Me to change, for me to turn / Over a new leaf.
Your handwriting is surprisingly elegant and neat, even though your note is written almost obscenely tinily. Your note’s message, however, is unsurprisingly direct. I take comfort in that.
Good night, / Sweetheart — I wish / You nothing but dreams filled / With happiness and peace, good things / And love.