Not yours sincerely, yours faithfully, best regards or best wishes, kind regards, or regards.
There are half-remembered quotes I would like to say to you. I can’t remember the way you said them, or I said them but I wish I could.
I have a snapshot of you in a park beside a swing weighted down by iron chains and the sun is in your hair – the tremendous harvest of your hair.
We weren’t a story, not a short story. We were unfinished letters and we never knew how to end them.
Was I yours ever? Ever, yours?
“I write to connect with others and to express myself and what I see around me.” – the writer