Drenched in vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night,

waist deep in thought because when I think of you,

I don't feel so alone.

~Owl City

Brother Bear plays piano at all hours now,

it's lovely to have music in the house again.

Mother thinks I should sing with him

Would singing bring you to me?

Probably not.

My new diary reminds me of Anne,

and I scribble incessantly these days.

So many memories of things unsaid

and undone.

So many thoughts of what could be

and what I hope to be.

Bravery, come to me,

Don't let me talk myself out of it.

I'm coming.

I promise I won't forget.

xoxo the storyteller