A Love Letter

To my dear friends.

You are in the pockets of my life. Sometimes I forget I exist outside of my own routine, I’m seen outside my head. I feel the familiar pang of loneliness, pushing me to drift away towards the back of my brain. Alone and hidden, loved but not liked, looked at but not seen. And I simmer in it, seeping in the cold shame of remembering myself. I keep moving, keeping trudging, forward because if I stop time will not falter with me. And then I feel the weight of you again, I hear a clink and the sky brightens. I am nothing but now, and I laugh loudly just to hear it bursting through every seam. I know that the feeling is fleeting, but it is big and beautiful and I am moved. I rest and the clouds part for the sunset as the wind in my hair sings. You are all everything sweet in the world,

and I love you.

LPG