Author: Paul Ransom
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Love letter # 400
When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…
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Love letter # 131
I came down in the rain to make this garden bloom for you. I swam across the sea to walk in this desert with you. I fell from the sky to stand beside you in the mountain air. I travelled through the terrors of time to be here now. Whatever dream I woke from, you…
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Love letter # 160
What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…
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Love letter # 104
You came towards me in the coldness, in the warmth you went away. In the night, you slept beside me; in the day you drained away. You never meant to – that much I’m sure – but the light shone regardless, and all was transformed. You only wanted a kiss, not all this. But you…
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Love letter # 391
We can never be sure; but we can still love. Who cares about the criteria? Aren’t we here now? Tomorrow will deal with tomorrow. We can just deal with the night.
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Love letter # 155
Now that we find ourselves here I’ve had to ask myself: what does it mean that I still love you? Experience tells me that love is often what we settle for. I see all your cracks, your quirks, your blatant inconsistencies. And you see mine. There is nothing heroic about us; we are just children…
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Love letter # 53
Sometimes I don’t know what to say to you. All my words have turned to time bombs; and with all these eggshells around, I’m best off quiet. If you cannot accept what is before you, I cannot force you. I wish you could see it for what it was – then you would know for…
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