Dear lover

Dear lover,

It’s from the depths of my soul that I scribble down this sentiment intended for your heart. I speak as custodian, molded from a shared star. 

Postcards sent from the edge of Earth are shaped to resemble your eyes. This was intentional, for I needed the view into the universe of your soul. Where I draw inspiration and reason to live.

Darling. You know I never intended to be cruel. But my heart broke when you became intentional about moving on. It kills me each day. Even God is shocked we never ended up together.

This is what I meant to say. You’ve unfolded your heart in an attempt to help me come to. I will not succumb to my feelings of spite and separation. I have suffered through them, and it’s time I let them go. I struggle to understand what we have become, but I think this is one of those situations where labeling only cripples the possibilities.

I love you. Then, and now. My heart still yearns for you. Across the walls of its vortex are scars of your name. We are eternal. We could share the same grave.

I’m sorry for mumbling on. I won’t bury us.

Photocredit: Visual art by Nika