Hold fast, darling.
Hold tight to me.

Those sirens aren’t going away any time soon, no.

Don’t look out there. Look at me.
Hold tight to me.

Remember the trip we took last April? Into the White Mountains?
We thought it would be spring, but found feet of snow on the ground instead.
Yes, we thought we’d go for hikes all day long.
Instead we had movie marathons and drank hot chocolate and danced in the kitchen after dinner. What a treat that was.

Hush, now. It’s alright. It’s all going to be over soon.

Remember the little bookstore we went to together? The one on the corner of Elm and Willow, with house plants in the windows?
You were so excited to see the endless shelves of books. You bought so many, we could barely carry them back to your apartment.
How many have you read so far? I think I borrowed one last week, I’ll have to give it back this weekend. Remind me, and I’ll bring it over.

I hear it, too. It’s getting louder.
God, I love you so much.
I just needed to say that.

Remember that sailing trip the summer before last? How the sunsets were so beautiful, sparkling off the water?
It was like sailing through a sea of glitter. The sky was so pink.
I want you to close your eyes and think of that sunset, darling. Maybe we can go back this summer.

Yes, my darling.
Yes, I think this is it.
Hold tight to me.