Letter – 14 February 2012

 

Beloved,

Life is oppressively quiet without you. How I long to fold your arms over me, like wings hugging the sky, as we, but a single leaf, gently sway to the breezes most subtle of tunes…

Just that…

A

Letter – 15 October 2011

Beloved,

I’m in tatters. My breath boughs, resigns and reaches for you, only to find the slopes of eternity silenced… slayed in this afternoon light.
It is obvious, without you my grief presents the cliff with an edge, where naught stands before me… I search for comfort and find only the needles of the pine, in hand, where the names of the dead bathe in the moonlight.
With each breath, I try to unlearn you, yet, how does one unlearn the concealed song flowing through their veins?

 

A