Letter 55

Dear You,

Yesterday, you hugged me in the morning before you left. I cried in your arms. There are more days that feel like I have bowling balls in my pockets, then not. You held me tightly and whispered in my ear, “Come on, Come on”. I cried more. You said, “I’m holding on”. I cried harder, but that was enough. I am holding on too, still.

Love, Me