Love letter # 3
This morning I woke to find that sorrow had turned back to sweetness. And now – with all the rowdy gatecrashers gone home – my love remains in quiet triumph. The room is cleared of wreckage and the song we used to dance to plays softly in the newly calmed space; the sound of tenderness – uninterrupted after all.
The noisy drama of heartbreak, the messy entanglement of separation – it was temporary. But my love for you … did I not say it was forever?
Though I can number my faults in the thousands, I am grateful for my two lone virtues – for I have learned to give without asking and love just because.
So now I can breathe – and it is joy – and my heart is free at last to beat out the rhythm of your name without bleeding. The things I remember – they are music once more.
Be free, my angel – set the stars on fire.
And always know, whenever, wherever, no matter what – here in the beautiful corner – that light … that light … that light.