Love letter # 191

You were my vespertine angel, my melancholy queen, and I was your lone hero, fighting the darkness on your behalf. But in the end the night still fell; and before the morning came, I had lost you to the shadows.

Now the moon is my companion, and the sun is the cruellest of eyes.

When I wake in the night, the black and the quiet make it possible to breathe your name out loud. In the day time, no such liberties are allowed.

I look for you in dreams; hoping to believe – but then my eyes fly open, and the ghost of your kiss recedes at the speed of a startled sigh. Like you never ever were.

How complete the silence afterwards. Deathly, deathly quiet.

In a way it’s a kind of release, as though memory itself had reached its end – and in that moment I am both the closest to, and the farthest away, from you.

And I am okay. At last.