UNOWHO

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Your letters bring me there with you, you know. I sit beside you as you type to me the tales of your life now. Details so graphic I cannot help but see what you have seen. The way you put things together its like we were holding hands. My eyes upon the things that you point out. I know your wish as you wrote your last letter. Obvious you felt me there as you told me the things I missed. Your more telling than you know when you let the truth come out. Not trying to tempted me or having your walls up. Just telling of what we could have had if we would have had that night. The dimly lit rooms and the acts going on about. Sorted is the measure you take it all in by. Seeing yourself as an outsider just gazing in on their world. I know your place and you speak the story to me well. I miss our talks yet yearn for the one where you let me in your head. I won't scare like the wench before the paddle. So you know my place and where my feelings lay, yet love me for the more. I feel your energy with me when I read what you write. Take me with you whenever you like. We can share the details and delivery then my dear.