Dear....
waking up to your mother pouring a cup of coffee, talking to her about our connections, the connection between her and i and you.
we share a simple friend together and she reads me like a book. nurturer, mother earth, changer of changes.

she tells me to go wake you up and when i do you smile. we share a cup of coffee while listening to something that reminds me of you, always. your mom reads from the paper as i try reading this all and comprehending what's really here. understanding everything, always. are you just leading me on again or have we something?

we didn't dance last, but i would have. i know you're still a good soul but a lost one at that. you're to be rekindled and renewed as yourself again. i wish, i know things will happen and play out how they need to be, i need to be, you need to be.

we should all just BE. BECOME

love,
me