Where are you now? Are you missing me like dandelions miss their feathers when they're blowing in the wind, like spare change- tossed into a wishing well? I wish you well. Do you remember when we were connected like shoes to shoe strings? We were inseparable. Now we barley talk and at times I forget the design of your face. I wish you were here. Winter is melting into spring And I’m turning into the dandelion with my feathers slowly drifting away and new flowers are coloring this small city pretty but we- are beginning...