Thursday, December 24, 2015

day eighty-eight : We twirled through air.

Dearest Thomas,
Hello.
Merry Christmas, Irish time.
I would like to call you tomorrow
maybe I will

I love you.
and I'd like to tell you
wish you
happy festivities
maybe I will

somehow,
calling
is what my soul wishes
i must think about
whether it would be good for yours

Dearest Thomas,
Last night,
I had a most beautiful dream.
I got to see you.
We were with each other.

For that dream,
for being able to see you again
much sooner than I thought,
I am incredibly,
supremely,
grateful.

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