Dear You,

I miss you. I miss your smell...sweat, coffee, ocotillo...maybe an Irish bar on Clement. I miss you, my friend, who I was to young to value or do right by. I missed out on the jokes you never told and the orgasms I never had. You were beautiful and imperfect, sweet and I lost you.
I miss you now as I have missed you in my dreams.


Good-night-MG