Come back!
There is so much I did not tell you;
I never told you the time I climbed the tallest tree and nearly broke my neck.
I never told you I was never really angry.
I never told you I was also allergic to plums, your favorite fruit,
I never told you that everytime you kissed me my lips tingled and burned for more.
I never told you that I was really just sad.
I never told you I did not mean a single word that was said.
I never told you that I really did love you.

A second could've changed it
Just one second
If I hadn't had stopped to admire the fallen leaves perhaps I wouldn't have missed you
Maybe you would not have missed you train if you hadn't decided to take the sweater I gave you
No if I had just read one last sentence in the book, I would've said goodbye
But now you're gone
And a few seconds changed everything.

Dearest,
Light is but a fragment of our imagination
It is the hope that keeps the sailor rowing.
It will not fade in your heart, nor in your mind or soul.
Light will soothe your aches and worries.
If you believe in light, the darkness will cease to exist and your world will be brighter than any star.
This I swear with all my heart,
Sincerely,
Your friend

Peal, core, slice
Six apples
Do not cry, keep it together
Oven to 450
Floured surface
Do not cry over the dough
Flour all over your brand new pants
Pearl earrings worn just for the occasion
Cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, sugar
When the bell rings rush to it
Carefully cut slits so the pie can vent
A tiny dough heart in the center
Ding ****
10 minutes then 35
Ring ring
Don't burn the pie
Do not cry over the pie
Carefully put lines around the edge with a fork
Just like Julia Child.

The legend goes that she was spectacular
That she could catch any flyball pop-up foul ball splitter there was
That she could count to at least twenty in fifty different languages,
Not to mention being fluent in fifteen
She could recite to you the periodic table forwards upwards downwards sideways
The legend had it that she had short straight black hair
And eye of a an emerald fire that were sometimes hurricanes and sometimes bluebirds
She could whistle any song you named and sing it perfectly in key.
But the one thing could never do was learn to love someone right.

To the man who was told to sell apples:
I always wondered what would make a man so proud
As to give away apples when he was told to sell them
Were you afraid? Afraid that everyone might've been right about you?
Reach for the stars
A hand full of air
Is better than a handful of mud,
Though some would argue against that
Those are the greedy ones
Who grab and steal and take,
Who sell apples for a profit,
Who don't reap what they sow.
But they never get stars do they?
No, never. They get mud

"Promises are made to be broken"
Words from a young girl who has not realized that promises are made to be kept.
She says that birds fly away for the winter and she is the mockingbird who wishes to go south where it is a sin to **** a mockingbird.
The girl closes her eyes and rocks back and forth in the moonlight sonata.