I keep your photo in the pocket on the side without the gun. For balance.
Love, War
I have made you some things, for when you get back. I understand now, all the baking you sent me, stale and crumbled in brown paper and rough twine. Now you’re away and I am here. So I will make and make until you get back to remind you, and myself: there are reasons to come home.
Love, Home, Family
2019