Love letter # 140
There didn’t have to be a reason. You never had to say why. Things like this just happen like that.
I’m not asking for answers – or forensics. I want to feel like yesterday. I want to see the light again.
It was when you touched me like that – that was the moment. There it was – the fire in your eyes. And me going up in smoke.
We, who had certainty, now have this. We will wake up tomorrow not knowing where we are – but there will be an anchor … And when we find it?
Maybe there are too many words. They are a poor bandage anyway. I’m still bleeding. What about you?