A Letter, Unwritten

by Skyfire   Nov 4, 2020

I saw her across a
field of sun
and I ached for her
and for her hope
like a smattering of
freckles in her eyes.
I hurt too much to say
what I wish she knew -
there are no arms
no heart to beat
and keep time with hers.
There is just the sun
that always burns
too bright
and the grass that
withers from
its heat.

We, together, are lost.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I couldn't help but image a child, or younger sibling, or maybe even a stranger that you don't know, but you feel and see her innocence and hope, and long for it. And almost want to her warn her of the hardship to come, that there isn't always happy endings and someone to anchor her. That last line made me think of the way we are united in trying to make it through this life, how some people can be beacons of light, but still be suffering, and simply trying to pave a way for themselves.

    One thing:
    "it's heat" - "it's" doesn't need the apostrophe I believe?

    • 1 year ago

      by Skyfire

      Oooo thanks very much, Poet! Good catch, those "it's/its" get me sometimes.

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