My Dearest U.L.,
I have written you many times, yet each letter remains a mystery to you. I hold the silent words inside my mind, because I feel their cold, lifeless, angled sticks have no meaning until I’m able to speak them to you. Ashamed that I could feel such a longing to hold you, touch you, breathe your air, when my space is not mine to give. Yes, this is another letter you will never receive; however, if you look inside my poems you’ll find me speaking to you, calling for you, awaiting the day…
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4 comments:
tis a lonely vigil I know well..
this breaks my heart, that there is a yearning in yours that is so painfully sweet. thinking of you!
Love
Gabi
i believe i've written letters like these too... this is great!
I love this,
there is so much unlived in life!
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