January 1, 2011
Yes, I
still check my email to see if you wrote me. To see if you are thinking about me. If I wrote you each time I thought of
you, you’d have 100 emails in an hour.
I miss our conversations. I
miss your warm hands underneath my skirt.
I miss your eyes looking at me as only you can do. I miss your soft kisses on my
neck. I miss your soft toes on my
thighs.
How are
you? What does your apartment look
like? It is empty? Clean? Waiting for the right furniture? Or is it colorful and fun? Do you live with anyone? You must be seeing someone because you
are too handsome to be alone. Have you given your
heart to anyone else? I imagine
her to be beautiful and tall. Fun
and kind -- all the things that you are.
I hope
that you are able to move on and find the love that you deserve. I hope that you have lots of babies and
your mate is kind and thoughtful. I want all those things for you -- things I will never have. May your life turn out great!
I was
born July 21, 1980 and died on January 2, 2011. How can I be dead and alive at the same
time you wonder? It's easy. All you have to do is make
the worst decision of your life and live with it until you take your last breath.
"Her Name was Joy"
 |
| linocut on map, (Inner Experience of the World) |
©2014 Suzanne Coley
Letters from a Broken Heart Series, 2014
Comments