I am writing these with the thought of you,
Addressed pages with an unsure pen,
I do not know this feeling well,
An old friend lost for so many years now,
What a cold winter it has been,
Such a cruel rain that has fallen,
My hope is that you’ll hold these close,
Remember the words in your silent hours,
May they be a harbor to your storms,
Or the warmth in december,
Lay your dreams on these sheets,
Rest your bones just a little while longer