FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 577

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because you see us from afar, we are all tiny…like stars.

  • Love letter # 596

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    Paul Ransom
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    I went through the things recently, the assorted goods and chattel of living, and I threw most of it out. Dusty leftovers of erstwhile passions, the surplus machines of modern domesticity, the souvenir trinkets of memories already smudged. Then, when I surveyed the surviving pile, I knew without counting that it was you. Here, these…

  • Love letter # 20230218

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tomorrow I leave you. Yet, you will barely notice my absence; for I only walked in your dappled light, another visitor, passing through you like the breeze, my flight shaped, scented, by your sentinel presence. In the sculpture of my motion, the evidence of you, perturbations on the surface of a stream. The flex of…

  • Love letter # 552

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    With you, I ascend and descend. With you, I am both stilled and in flow. With you, I rest in silent calm…and wonder…have I found my voice at last?

  • Love letter # 782

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    Of course there are things I do not know about you, and vice versa. Indeed, there may well be things we do not realise about ourselves. So many unknowns…and yet…the attraction of bodies in space. I have the feeling we will come together in spite of our combined caution; not by the mechanics of fate,…

  • Love letter # 612

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    There was a time when I would have said it – I love you – but now I do not know what this means. It used to seem obvious, but in hindsight perhaps it was simply a conflation of lust and other conditions. Now, with you, what I can say is that, whatever you wish…

  • Love letter # 548

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    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…

  • Dear Eternity

    Dear Eternity

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    A love letter to inevitable uncertainty  Blink. A page turns. A new reality dawns. A home no more; soon to be an old address. Photographs. People who will promise to stay in touch but won’t. If once I talked the talk, now I stand ready to walk. Maybe walk the Earth. Who knows. Which is…

  • Love letter # 534

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    An old song – one you introduced me to – and an idea. You breathe through the lyrics, and I feel again what I used to feel. The swoon. Your intoxicant promise. In a click I am searching you. What was last thing we said, typed? The slow, email coda of a mad immolation. How…

  • Love letter # 524

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    There is a tension in my jaw. It could be the fear of speaking up. So often we are punished for truth. Yet, if I reside in silence, what will it reveal? I can only guess how you might interpret it. For a state of not knowing is where I currently remain. Not being able…