Yours—
Not yours sincerely, yours faithfully, best regards or best wishes, kind regards or regards.
Love.
There are half-remembered quotes I would like to repeat 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. 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?
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Yours—
