By teamaker@hotmail.com Date: 23 May 1998
odd things i've saved -- the smell and feel of you... your suit, back from the laundry a piece of string, and scrap of paper from the kite you flew the last cigarette you smoked on the roof.. little pieces of you. you left behind your shoes and a few lighters visiting cards and gel ... me .. i love you in that crazy, stupid way still time will fade the scar and heal the wounds of memory won't it?