This love will take years to process. I will be writing from my memory of you until my wrinkles are wrinkled and my impassioned youth only exists in washed out tees, faded movie tickets and old photographs of our loving each other.
On you I’ll waste much imagination and my very last wit’s end.
My muse of ages, you’ll be.
A writer’s greatest inspiration.
I’m just hoping… you’ll be present for the read aloud.
Marlee Archer 