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lördag 5 oktober 2013

Indian Summer

Where are you now? The one I loved so many miles ago. What are you thinking this second? The one that held my hand and my heart so tenderly between the palms of your hands. And when you think of me and that Indian summer -- do you smile? Because I always met you when the wind was warm and the rain showed care not to chill my bones. I always met you when all was starting fresh and brand new and bright. You had dark brown hair and brown eyes, you had blonde hair and blue eyes, you had black hair and green eyes, and you were always a new chapter, a book of your own. You were quick, you were instant, you were intense, just like me. I still smile when I think about you. Sometimes the smile is a little crooked, but it always reaches my eyes. I am thinking about you this morning. I am wondering how you are this morning. I had to reach out and write these words to you this morning. Because I am in a new chapter now. And it is mine and only mine. But, I still wish to meet you again one of these days. We'll stand on that railing. I will hold your hand and smile at you.

And then I'll take that leap once again.

Kasey Chambers – Someone Like Me