Love letter # 27
Whatever happens, some things will always be crystal. The ordinary grind of days will not dull them; they are safe in my fondness.
Like the way we kissed in public – like air violin in your apartment – like when you first invited me to your room.
No matter that the romance has cooled, that habit has supplanted impromptu joy – at least we once had angels for friends.
When even the music has stopped, or become wallpaper, it is the memory of dancing that yanks me to my feet.
Please forgive me if I seem to look through you sometimes; it is the wondrous creature still brilliant inside you that I am seeing.
Sure, the past is gone and our youth worn to spidery lines; but we always have the echo of splendour – it’s right here in our hearts – beautiful still. Like you.
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