This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.
–“Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman
MY DEAR FRIEND,
I wish we could have a million more nights to spend waiting for the sun to come up. Please stay, don’t go away and leave me without you in this world. I love you, I love your life. It’s been 11 amazing years of friendship, you saw me grow from a bar rat poet who let guys walk all over me to a woman who makes my dreams come true. Remember our trip to Illinois? It was the strangest 9 days of seeing the little town you grew up in. And now at 41, you lay in hospice. My dear friend, I can’t believe life right now. Soon you will be gone and I just hope you greet me at heaven’s gate whenwe are reunited. I can’t believe this or that soon I will not see you for a while.
Son ofa bitch
You are the one who told me to keep writing.