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.
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.
Hey. You out there? You reading this now? . . .
. . .
No. Probably not.