Love letter # 562

I won’t lie. It’s like a knife. This silence. Distance. The way that abundant promise has winked into nothing in just a few months. From everything to this.

I still don’t know why it went the way it did. What it was in you that said no. I guess it doesn’t matter. Explanations are a pale recompense.

Maybe there is something you value more than love. Or fear less. (Whatever.)

Then again – maybe it’s something in me. Or something missing that you couldn’t do without. Either way, I’m here now – and you’re not. And I think of you, even though I know full well you never think of me.

I used to be a romantic. I once hoped for the miracle of returning. Not anymore. Now I sit and breathe.

Au revoir, mon amour.