The hail back in April gives us a new roof. I lie in bed and listen to this rain that is deep in such a short time and remember the moment I first held you in my arms. Deep can happen quickly and drowning in sweet newborn love gives you no way back and no way out.
And it had happened before and would happen again.
You send phone writing to a beloved older friend and leave off the Ms. Is that what happens when leaving home forever is only days away and you are growing to love someone more than the ones you are leaving behind? I can't remember. Did I feel older and equal and love stronger for what was coming than for what was going?
I roll over and look at him and yes I did.
So you feel happy and grown and strong and only slightly frightened. But one day you'll feel small and afraid and think this is not right.
And when that happens know that you do not need a yellow brick road to find your way back home. To me.
So I can send you back and tell you it is only for a moment - so you can love him more than me.