FREE LOVE LETTERS

You can tell. I sense it in your smile, the way you linger. You know I’ve noticed. Or think I…

Love letter # 138

Earlier, sitting where you used to, watching, I saw right through them. The crowds, so busy. Anything but stop and…

I wanted to press you against me. Feel your warmth and solidity. The better to know you were real. That…

The silence is so merciful. It is only us, with our remorseless chatter, who judge. Cut down. Categorise. The hate…

In the flush of this desire, I vanish. There is only falling. I have tried to rationalise it, explain it…

Time heals, so they say, yet it does not erase. For it is hard to delete an absence. Much has…

There is a break-up arithmetic. It is an accounting of sorrows, a logging of bruises. As though the tagging of…

Today it hurts. Feels like a spiral, something on repeat. As though fated. A punishment. But you can let it…

Why? Is there a more useless question?

It goes like this: notice, ache, look away. Remind myself: this is not going anywhere. The years, scarcely a greater…