love..

My beautiful friend has been ill for some time, and eventually hospitalised as she could not longer care for herself. I met her today through work, at a nursing home, and I asked if she would like to come out to the mobile library. 
As she took in her surroundings, she started talking about her friend, who must miss her. Could she send her a letter? After the first two lines, she couldn't work out how to write it, so I offered to do it for her. 
She told me to give the letter to her friend, so I asked where I might find her. 'She works here, on this van.' 


I realised then that I was helping her write her letter to me. That the love was still there, but my face, my voice forgotten..