You wish that you could tell her it'll be okay, but you feel a little shy these days, cuz everybody goes away...

You just want to have a good time, just like everybody else... you don't wanna fall apart this time.

***

To she who is waiting another week...

You are in my thoughts. I wish I could be nearby these days.

I'm starting to feel transparent and paperthin, rolling down the street like old ticker-tape. You made me feel needed once in a while, which was nice.

You will be okay, my dear. This is another bend in the road, right? But we're still walking, aren't we? We're still walking.

All my love.

--d.