A Letter From A Woman You Love

“I miss you.”

The first line of her letter reads.

You pause before reading on

In order to blink away a tear.

“All the laughs we used to share.

The silly things we did together.”

This time the tear escapes before you catch it.

It falls on the page, smudging a few letters.

“I miss the ice creams in Summer,

The snow angels of Winter.”

More tears creep past your closed eyes.

To save the letter you hold it higher, toward the light.

“I miss the days when we trusted each other.

When we had no secrets between us.”

You breathe out swiftly

As if her words wound themselves around your chest.

“I love the way you used to look at me.

If only I could see that look again.”

You had missed her expressions, too.

All these years you had longed for them.

“But I wrote this letter to tell you

That though I miss you, I think I’ve moved on.”

The letter drifts slowly to the floor

You hold your head as if to stop your heart from breaking.

It is then that you see on the back of her page:

“I am sending you my love.”

At last the tears slow to a halt.

You pick up a pen and a paper and begin.

“I miss you, too.”