My Dearest
Monique
The only one.
Before the first night
Something begins on the first of September.
Twenty-five nights. One sky. All of them yours.
Tonight
Night 1 of 25 is waiting.
Open tonight's page Her sky so farUntil your day
days
hours
minutes
seconds
It begins on the first of September — and her day is the twenty-fifth.
It is your day.