Love letter # 548

Realising now. How I miss you. I thought I could walk away, but you are still with me. Coursing in my blood. In truth, you were my sanctuary. Now I feel exposed. Nearly raw.

Yet really…it is not you; it is the feeling. I am sure I did not thank you enough for it. My love was too much unspoken.  

Knowing all we know – feel – still we walk. A process. One thing, next thing. Finally, we will spin out of orbit. As autumn feeds on the ghosts of summer.





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