Dear S
It's the last weekend of Summer here - the boys have gone to trap it in their sails and I'm stitching it into the hem of a Winter skirt.
Do you remember our first Summer's end?
I remember the letter you pushed beneath my door, how it slipped through the silence and began that Summer's song. I hear it playing and I think of you as the sun slides low and shadows lengthen.
"May I?" you asked holding out your hand for mine. They were the only two words I ever needed and the ones I held on to as the days fell like dominoes.
They're falling again now - I graduate tomorrow and the day after that... I guess your own dominoes are falling too.
When you need a hand to hold,
Always x
