I finally opened your latest letter. You know, the One. The last one. There haven’t been any since you’ve sent this one. I will read it aloud to you, hoping you can hear me.
This is what it says.
“You are not pathetic. You are not a worthless burden I bear. You are not any bad things you call yourself. You are lovely, you are kind, you are sunshine on pouring, black days. I hope I will see you in the new house, soon. I miss you.”
Darling dear. I miss your very hands. I miss your sparkling eyes. Your kind smile. Your elf ears. Your calloused toes. Your calming voice. Those squeaky laughs. The soft and loud side of you.
I miss all of you. And I hate you for leaving. I wish you’d come back, or at least write another letter. I wonder… I wonder if you’ve even listened to my voicemail messages.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
I finally opened your latest letter. You know, the One. The last one. There haven’t been any since you’ve sent this one. I will read it aloud to you, hoping you can hear me.
This is what it says.
“You are not pathetic. You are not a worthless burden I bear. You are not any bad things you call yourself. You are lovely, you are kind, you are sunshine on pouring, black days. I hope I will see you in the new house, soon. I miss you.”
Darling dear. I miss your very hands. I miss your sparkling eyes. Your kind smile. Your elf ears. Your calloused toes. Your calming voice. Those squeaky laughs. The soft and loud side of you.
I miss all of you. And I hate you for leaving. I wish you’d come back, or at least write another letter. I wonder… I wonder if you’ve even listened to my voicemail messages.
© Kelsey Austere, 2016
