Time seems to last forever
since she left,
her quiet replies,
suddenly disappeared.
I made the mistake
of letting her know
I loved hearing from her,
when told I never would.
She finally stopped
and my world changed.
Crumbling realities
took hold,
and I lost another,
one less urgent than
her letters.
She wrote them so well,
contained such mystery,
talking about a little forest
outside her backyard,
the sights and sound,
the bench in the middle
of the forest,
the descending steps that rose again.
All these moments
left me finding my way.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 