I miss you dear, I'd like to say.Though it's been six months, thoughts of you are here to stay.My words turn to putty and I wish to form them like clay because there's so much to you I wish to convey.I've been traveling and unraveling the belt loops of life, and striding through gliding on ice skates from strife.I don't know if still I can sing the same tune.Our dreams from the Bay have been vexing me; perplexing me since June.The ring you gave me has my fingers swollen like my head, just like a balloon!And I don't know if it makes me sullen to confess when you asked for my hand, even hypothetically, I was to be your wife complete with white dress.Somewhere along the line that dream has changed.Though I feel that this letter was written selfishly.I really must say..All I know is that I miss you Chris, I have missed you since May.
December 1st, 2014
I was wanton and flagrant when your letter was received.I was bounding and bursting; hardly contained in my seat.Your familiar fragrance beseeching my heart's conceit, and in your confidence said that you're missing me.Until the usual silence declares again it's already half past three.Time to wash away delusions that are causing my hope to reek. Still..
Certainly there will be another chance to hear from you next week.
This poem was written after checking e-mails all week.