Love letter # 189
I’ve been crying. Not sad. Overwhelming. Just thinking of you.
I had a foolish dream, you see: me cooking you dinner, singing that corny song we both love out loud. Wringing the juice out of it. Making it sigh. Making the sun shine for both of us. Our little heaven. Your unbelievable beauty. My incredible luck.
Oh God, hear it comes again – that tide of euphoria. And these tears will clean the grime out of me. Make me good for you.
The gift you give me is that you let me give to you. You say yes to the flood – and in that rush I will likely drown. And somewhere in this lovely sea, just below the surface, where the light is unbearably beautiful, I am floating next to you.