Saturday, November 16, 2013


The last time my father kissed my mother, it was like he had a planted a stamp on her forehead and sent her off with a square-shaped conversation between his lips and her skin.
He signed the bottom of the letter with his fingertips against her wrists and wrapped her in an envelope of blankets.
He asked the messenger to keep her safe, and I bet you that if you unwrapped the folds, the pages would read:

"I love you, and I will see you again soon."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This made me cry