I wasn't even fifteen when my mom told me he won't be here anymore.
And there would be neither his love nor what he wanted.
But that's not what the Old is about right now.
Now I'm almost as old as he, long ago I don't have my hair color
and my kids are sleeping next to the beds.
"Dear, I'm sending you a deal.
If you give up your But ... Maybe ... Tomorrow ... and If,
I'll return your heart to the heat and open all the doors wherever it pulls you.
With love, your Life. "
I'm reading that yesterday's letter for the hundredth time,
and I'm thinking of signing it.
I know exactly what my Life means
and I guess that's what Dad would probably like to do.