A dead letter.

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A Dead Letter

The letter that you sent me, it never arrived.
It got lost among these 15 thousand kilometers that keep us apart.
I will never know your handwriting, I could never know how you bring to life a meaningless paper by writing all the feelings you have for me.

I would like to know what were you feeling when you wrote those words. What were you doing, were you drinking your morning tea? Were you thinking about the last time we made love, and how that feeling and memories have kept us together after all these years?

The letter that you sent me, got lost in the ocean that is between the two of us.
And, if it ever arrives, I will never know; the address that you sent it to is no longer mine. I’ve moved so many times trying to find a home that I can not remember the last place where I was truly happy and had a good night of sleep.

The letter that you sent me, must be covered in dust, forgotten at the bottom of a numberless locker. A locker where all the letters that can not find their way home go to die.
Where all the words are muted, and silenced because no one reads them out loud. Blind words, without direction in endless darkness.

How many love and pain letters must be forgotten?
Orphans of paramours that love them and read them.
Letters were promises of endless love that will be fulfilled if they were answered.

How many loves were forgotten, and hearts were shattered because a letter never arrived?
Tears shed and promise to never love again.

Letter with promises of sweet and slow kisses; Walk together holding hands, around the park or perhaps sitting on a rooftop drinking a glass of wine to catch the sunset. Maybe, about going together to a music festival and dancing all night long until see the sunrise.
Reading together in bed on a rainy day, and having breakfast.
Swimming naked in the ocean, and making Christmas dinner together.
Go together to tedious family events.
How many broken hearts and lives were altered by the letters that vanished in the middle of nowhere?

I’m afraid that, like the letter you sent, our love gets lost and dies in the middle of this distance that keeps us apart.


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The words arrangements and linings on this piece is so sweet.
The letter containing love and imaginations

Thanks, @cypher09

I appreciate the words, 💜

This was beautifully written, I really enjoy your use of repetition. I honestly felt a tinge of sadness and heartache while reading it...

Thank you for sharing! 🙂

Thanks, @borderline.babe

I appreciate that you like the use of repetition, I've been told it is a distinctive part of my writing. I am glad you like it. 💚

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