To Getting Started (first letter)

You’re not around but we both know I’ll find you.  There’s a baby coming.
I think of Dad at my age.   Our characters are silhouetted.  I discover you then as I lose you now.
Life doesn’t consider the stories we tell ourselves.  We fall apart and away, weighed down by the stuff we’ve chosen to cling to.  We’re like messy strangers waiting for an introduction.
Will you give me fair warning before moving on?I want a say in the proceedings.