Love letter # 203
Today I have chosen to forget you – or at least to appear as though I have. No mention of your name, though I hear your voice inside me. No inkling of a tear, though the river runs firm and strong in my veins. I ache to burst the meniscus of my silence but stay beneath the shimmering surface instead … holding my breath. Under the sea, all of my memories, like wrecks and smoke stacks – the submerged and emergent evidence of a far greater force than I. Perhaps it was you all along.