Sunday, October 8, 2017

Do You Believe in Magic?, or, Your Belted Hips and Paint Spattered Pants

Dear C,

It has been just over a year since you died.

It is the autumn that reminds me of you the most.

That face, those hands, that laughter and that wild, wild look in your eyes upon learning.
 
I miss you everyday, and can hear you best as my shoes click upon the pavement.

k.