Infinite Love

I don't know if I will have time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place when I started high school and you helped me.

I look for That Love

Constantly

In places and in things

In creases of books

And nooks of cafes

In pieces of puzzles

In the widow's peek

Of a longing widow

Looking for That Love

to comb her hair

And I try to love myself

In that same way

Because That Love 

Felt boundless

It felt infinite