I did find a letter from you, I searched for it.

Inside were words winding towards a visit.

I wanted to spend the night, reading you,

but felt it important I remove myself.

Haven’t found a way to ignore time,

you’re always going to be near some way.

One time your words suggested an elegance,

something we wandered into, together.

Walks along icy sidewalks, feeling an arctic

blast, making snow angels, sweet hello.

So today I wondered how I might say hi,

Without sounding the way I do now.

I suppose it’s a sigh, as there is time,

soft eyes, and I remember, a sweet smile.

Gives me pause, my gentle, old soul.