Wednesday, January 8, 2014

a love letter to the author.

it was later yesterday evening.
somewhere between sigma and rho.
in a dimly lit room.
it was there.
and as i said your name,
all other words were like whispers in comparison.
so i said your name over and over--as truly as i could profess.
and there you were--entirely there--
ending the silence, filling the spaces, and easing my core.


you were intricately there through each of the memories i recounted.
and though i told you on my walk back home that i love him--that i wholeheartedly and happily love him, too--i knew that i love you as well.

that i always have and always will.
and i smiled because you are good,
and he is mine, as i am yours.


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