Trying to call Benjamin through the cosmos. I’ve dreamt of him from time to time since we last spoke; tried to reach out but maybe he doesn’t want to hear from me ever again. I just didn’t want to be perceived, I was a stupid child. I’m sorry. I think of you when the daffodils start to sprout from the cold hard ground, always in early spring - you were one of the best people I have ever known. One of my favorite poets. I don’t know what to say, I guess the memories are all I have.












