The memory of someone I've never met

Words for Ivy.

 

 

When I read the old reviews I wonder how she's doing.

 

Is she sewing at her writing desk, weaving words and stitching metaphors into warm sweaters?

 

Does she eat moon cakes? or cold noodles on a hot day? Is she happy? I hope so.

 

I hope she's writing at her sewing desk and making fire for the cold winter nights. 

Author's Note

Sometimes I wander and let my mind wonder. On a jagged journey through the jungle behind my eyes, I found a memory of Hedra. I held it up to the light and watered it with words in the hope that Ivy might once again wander the walls of this humble cafe, weaving tapestries of song.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I see her online sometimes and i wonder what she's painting, i miss er smile