By now, perhaps you’re getting a sense of that which had accosted me.
I believe most adjectives would fall short, and my heart was set adrift
with both nostalgic yearnings and terrified anticipation.
I fondled the photo he’d sent me. I found scraps of memories in my
This one still is particularly poignant, from when he wrote out his
full name in his bewitching script… he did it for Piney, but I took
I stared at his picture now. I saw the same man, a different man,
a different world, with twenty years and 14,000 miles between us.
Was this even possible… was I crazy…?