Running Out of Pens

Little sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is jinx this by speaking of it too soon but I’ve been on a writing jag, of late. That’s why I’ve been posting here slightly less frequently the last week or two. I’ve actually been writing of and to you even more, not less! Just all in a torrent that is finally breaking through. I had to be more notebooks and I keep running out of pens. It’s a good feeling but there’s lots of work to do. There are worries that this work will kill me but I’m ready to go anytime. I know the euphoria may well turn to despair. I love feeling so close to you and remembering things but know from experience how those feelings can turn into a riptide, undertow of grief in the blink of an eye. I know those moments will come and I will have to lay down and take them. But please help me to rise and again, after, and to have the courage to continue. Please be with me, my darling. Please help me to honor and conjure you. And take me to you the moment Heaven will allow.