Postcard Brief Candle Dear William, the weather's unbeautiful and I wish you were here, because I need to strut and fret a little. I know you know this loss, so father to father I want to confess that tonight, under this moon, for a moment I was unsure how old he would be. Did you ever lose days, confuse the years. Did you ever wish to sleep and wake pillowed on another life? Far away an owl calls. On nights like this, it's the same way his empty room calls. Whe