sandvillage59

Saving Amy -Amy's got the letters I wrote -My picture in a frame -She's had a year to let go -But she's still wearin' my ring I watched her through the window. She was looking over all of my letters to her again. The most recent one that was for her was in its envelope, unopened. Each time she finished running her glazed over eyes across the slightly yellowing paper she would fold it up and place it back in its corresponding envelope. Picture frames lined her desk, some having the two of us in them and some of them just including me. There is one that she told me was her favorite image of me. My orange hair shining in the sun and a bright