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FROM: Me
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TO: You
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SUBJECT: What I cannot say...
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Dear D,
Although we speak on the phone
Almost every day
Although we have lovely dinners together
(Three times a week on average)
Although we make love every time
We meet
Although we look at each other’s eyes and
Talk
So interesting conversations
Discussions about smart aims and goals
Although this and that,
I need to write to you
I need to tell you about it
Press the keys of every single letter of every single word
To tell you how I feel this deep sweet breeze
And these gusts of wind which seem
They want to take me there
As I face the outside
The sea so bright- as the night
And the moon and etcetera.
And because you are not here
Because I am so used to
Not having you here
All the time
Because you can never sleep the nights
By my side
In or out of me
Because this nuance
We can not share but through
Written words
I write and will go on
I need to say here so that
You understand
That when I told you that
I meant this or the other
That when you looked at that girl
I got furious
But you loved it
And you said I looked prettier then
And I love it
If you love it
I write because when I write
I get rid of all these messages
Statements, phrases
Idioms, sentences
Words that rhyme
And words that don't
To my head on and on
Yes, they come, any way.
And I drop commas
And I keep on
Pressing the keys of the words that report
So well and state better even than body language
Or maybe not as well as that…
But I write and my fingers hurt
But must be that
I was born to write
Especially when I miss
Especially when I can’t have
What I want when I want
And all that and more
All in all,
I write to utter
I love you
And so that
It does not go with this
Or any other
Wind.
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© Dulce
