Letter 97

Dear You,

The days have all smeared

into one warm run on sentence

We danced slowly in the kitchen

and I could feel your heart beat

I could hear what you were saying

even when you didn’t speak

I danced for you in my velvet bodysuit

and you watched me like you used to

we shared a bed this weekend

I kept waking to see if you were really there

or if it was just a dream

I’d reach for you

and there you were

sleeping beside me

I have not been this happy in a long time.

Love, Me