Early a.m. and reorganizing and moving furniture, in preparation for my new bed (phase 2 of the plan to improve my sleeping habits).

Come across an old high school letter.

Smile.

Smile unfurls.

Things left unsaid.

Things I couldn’t say back then.

And I’ve managed to lose track of her–all contact info two steps behind the years.

Argh!

Hey.  You out there?  You reading this now? . . .

. . .

No.  Probably not.

Bah!