An affair long ago.
I trace the indentations of your pen as I read my address so familiar but here made so special. I brush it along my lips, not kissing, not smelling but somehow inhaling the essence of you. I note the measured precision with which you’ve attached the stamp.
I rip, carefully. Not wanting to ruin but an urgent need for this contact, to read your words.
Prising the gummed ‘V’ wetted by your tongue.
I remember.
And then I’m mourning your abscence.
The much anticipated letter only serving to heighten the fact you’re not here.
Will never be here with me.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: other woman, letter, yearning
7 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Lovely. I have to admit that until I'd seen the tags I thought he'd died. (Could be an age thing! :-) )
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Funny- was going to kill him but ever conscious my body count quite high. Also thought affair made it sadder X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Fair play.... but I too have quite a death toll! :-)
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
(I thought that- but didn't mention it X)
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
(That was very sensitive and thoughtful of you. Thanks Lisa!)
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S J Gunn over 7 years ago
Painful... But very eloquently put. I enjoyed it Lisa :-)
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Thank you SJ X
