Love letter # 569 Someone once told me, “Shopgirls, they never mean it.” I knew what she was alluding to. Over the counter flirtation is just that. A retail game. Something to oil the machine of the day. “Don’t read anything into it.” Of course not. But then again…there are days when the check-out flirt…

Love letter # 687 Was that you in the corner of the room? Is that why you kept looking across, your eyes seeming to invite connection? I rarely visit past haunts. They hold no attraction. Life moves in different orbits these days. Sometimes a few years will pass between returns. Each time the ghosts seem…

Love letter # 551 We paused on the brink of forever and left with never. So close to everything yet ending with nothing. Had you leant in for that kiss, I would not be here now. And you? Where would you be tonight?  

Love letter # 748 They say that first impressions last. This is not the case with you. At first, all I noticed was your exterior; that abrasive, sarcastic outer layer you project. It pushed me backwards. Next, I met you with your party face on. Life and soul and so on. But then you let…

Love letter # 697 Now that I have seen you, I cannot un-see. Until today, you were a name in a group chat. Tonight, you are the lingering sensation of a fine-boned handshake, a picture of wide open eyes, and the thought of coffee-silk skin. Did you hold my gaze for a moment more than…

Love letter # 525 Lately, I have dreamt of angels; most of them resembling you.

Letter to my misremembered sweetheart

It is clear. I remember you hazily. Incorrectly. Does this matter? In my reconfiguring of us, much of the contradictory truth has been reduced to official fiction. Again, what of it? If I imagine you falsely, and my retrospective editing hurts no one, scarcely even me, what value exactness? Am I not better to love…

Love letter # 539 5:47pm. It is the precise colour of my love for you. The angle of the light is just about cutting me in two. The irrecoverable distance. The distance of my inability to say. The distance of your other life. I take solace in present company. Sunlight on a solitary stem of…

Love letter # 959 You. In those sunglasses. In that lovely black dress. In my room. Me. Beside you. Within you. Lost. We two. A singular choreography. Like solo piano. Dusk and vapour. Breath and dissolving. You in the half light. Me revealed.    

Love letter # 508 There is a well known prayer attributed to St Francis. Though I do not believe in personality gods or seek the purported wisdom of holy books, there are a few lines that resonate. Not seek to be consoled, as to consoleTo be understood, as to understandTo be loved, as to loveFor…