Nicola, When we first met, I thought of you, every day.
In the days that we no longer saw each other, I thought of you, every day.
Now you are in another room to me, I think of you, every day.
No matter ever what happens, I think of you, every day.
Until we meet again, I think of you, every day.
Every day I think of you, I remember all you are, and everything you be.
All my love, Karl.
Karl
26th August 2018
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland