Library

I ran across the ginkgo-strewn playground and caught up with the note-handling class. The wind at the corner of your clothes has not blown far away. Can you allow me, as young as I am, to re-write that unspoken love on the yellowed letterhead, without hiding any timidity between the lines? Can you allow me, as young as I am, to escape that unexpected rainy day, to no longer let the silence get wet on our shoulders, and to let the unsaid goodbyes be exchanged for long-term companionship.