I miss you when we can’t be together.
(I’m sorry that this world takes everything, will take everything we have.)
I think about you often, especially when you’re sick, and hiding from me.
Your care, gentleness and generosity have expanded and remade my world and me.
(Your knowledges otherwise, your art: don’t sell it for less than it costs you.)
Thank you for choosing to travel with me, when I have not been enough and also too much.
Thank you for joy.
I love laughing with you, and surviving without you was no fun.
I feel like maybe holding each other is the best thing that I want to do.
Love,
Holly
