Love letter # 394

Do you remember? One day, I love you. The next, I can’t do this. Abrupt. The slap of sudden freeze. Crisp realisation. A blizzard of disorientation. Waking, barely believing, to the wrench of withdrawal.

First, bleeding. Later, seeing. Whatever we hold today may be lost tomorrow; and those we know may be unmasked as mystery. Even this love, which we herald so brightly, may turn to the coldness of shoulders.

If once I was surprised, now I know I missed the signs. They were everywhere. I love you, as code for goodbye.

Yet even now, forewarned, there is no knowing. Instead, the heart soars with only the promise of wings. It would be dishonest of me to offer you feathers.