Dearest love,
I am writing to let you know that I have missed you.
Sometimes when it's really quiet I hear the sound of your voice in my head.
Other times for no reason at all your image flashes before me.
I wish that I had hugged you when I said goodbye, held you close for one last time.
I wish that I had told you that I loved you dearly, but words escaped me as I ran.
I never knew how to truly believe, how to stop to be loved.
I never felt forever was in me, that peace could occupy my soul.
So today I decided to write and let you know that you're still living inside me,
deeply engraved in every crevice of my heart.
As for me I seem to be somewhere between the earth and the howling wind,
still unsettled, still at war, still unable to come find you.
I hope you understand.
For now just know that I carry you with me everywhere I go,
and maybe one day the paths that pulled us apart might bring us together again.
I love you.
1 comment:
There's no substitute for a hug that transcends the sands of time, the space between our dreams, the realms we roam alone but never forgotten, ever inquisitive, ever displaced, ever restless.
"We'll always have Rome".
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