Cluttered thoughts in my cloudy mind
rain down, drowning out unsought memories
locked with ink in letters and cards;
pooling on the floor. Inside each envelope
is an imperfect message for him
signed, sealed, but never sent.
My words are frail, would crumble
before reaching his ears. If not bound on parchment,
they would float off the page with the
slightest breeze, unfazed by
his gravity weighing me down.
I grow weary of this spell he casts.
"Relinquish me," I plead.
Three glasses of red, bitter nostalgia
hush me to sleep. My head rests upon
crumpled wads of paper as my mind
slips. With eyes closed I feel him
holding me like the lazy ocean
hugs the shore. Warm breath
on the nape of my neck
sends shivers flooding up the
column of my frame. He envelops me
like a veteran returning home to his daughter.
But I know this euphoria is short-lived. He
leaves for duty, lets me go,
and our tether breaks.
