My dearest and sweetest, Mol,
I have nothing to say today. I’m sorry.
My pen dithers over this page like its scared to touch it.
I didn’t want to go a day without saying hello to you, because we have never had that in nearly sixty years, but I can’t think of anything. Not a single good word.
I’ve slept a lot since yesterday, in the hope that you’ll appear. You must be busy up there as you are not in my dreams.
I might try again later.
Sorry, my lovely Molly.