tonight i pulled out the letter you once wrote me
from out of its hiding place.

i don't know what compelled me to reread it,
because i knew that if i did, it would reopen
all of the wounds that long for your touch...

it seems like another life
that we lived, doesn't it?

another life where everything was possible
even when odds were against us.

another life where you wanted me in return
& there was no question, doubt, or moments hesitation
about it.

another life where you missed me
& weren't afraid to say it.

another far...far off life
when you wrote about how
everyday you wanted to
see me
hug me
kiss me
& tell me,
"how much i truly love you." . . .