The Letter Never Sent

My dearest, I write you this letter partly to make you smile but mainly to make you aware of how much I love you. The only comfort I can find while these tedious hours wash over me are in the thoughts of you and how, with your smile, can make the sun jealous. I have recently found out that it is physically possible to ache in the absence of touch and die while still drawing breath. I run the memory of that night like an endless loop through my head just to find the tiniest hint that might shed some light on our current situation and the only evidence I have found is that fate is fickle especially in the dealings of love. Love. It is a small word that can, within the same instant, wrap one like a familiar blanket then, without warning, leave one cold and alone in the winter; though to hear you speak 'love' I would face 10,000 winters.

You, of all people know that once I get writing about your love, I find it hard to string together a single thought and I begin to write using only my simple thoughts and vivid emotion to guide my pen. Do you remember the conversation we had while watching the river slip past us about how when we touch we don't have to say a word, we just know with pure certainty how we feel for each other? Like sharing the same soul. That memory stands proudly and alone in my mind and though it is alone it keeps me company on nights like this when we are so many miles apart. I know that to many this letter would look and sound like a foreign language but to you, as seen through our lens of love, will be like the touch of my hand and you will just know how I feel for you.

I find it hard to put it more plainly than this, I miss you, I love you. I am and will always be here for you. And please know that there is nothing to forgive. I hope this letter finds you well and I hope the smile it brings you makes the sun ache with jealousy of your beauty.

1997

She Is French

She is French

She is a Brunette

She has an amazing smile

And we've never met

But still

On my side of the pond

I can't help but wonder

Nor control the way I feel

Will we ever meet?

Maybe... maybe not

But that will never change

What she means to me

So smile wide and smile bright

Smile for me

Save a minute or two of your University days

And think of me

Because I'll be thinking of you