Heart warming, heart breaking, quiet, thoughtful, wonderfully written bit of prose. I found this on a site full of very interesting reads run by someone I recently met;
I rummage for you in old notebooks and boxes. When it’s late, when it’s dark. The grainy dregs of coffee mugs and buttered toast crumbs. Photographs, paintings, sheet music. I turn the fragrant pages of second-hand poetry, expecting to find you worn transparent and preserved inside a cover somewhere like a forgotten flower pressing.
… Hit the link at the top to continue reading, that’s not merely a suggestion, it’s just what you have to do.
