The Letter

Today I sent the letter

A final piece that says all that remains is money

I knew this but putting action to things is another story

It hurts

I took a look at a photo of us from two years ago

How could I misjudge your character so much?

Apples

What makes it hard to post?

Your posts make me feel human

Not alone

So much time since you first commented on something I wrote

I think of you

I follow

I wonder if you are okay?

Do we heal?

Yes

We have to allow ourselves too.

A Good Day

I had the day off

Highly unusual

I planned to spend the day cooking one of my favorite meals

(it takes 7 hours plus prep to do it up right)

So last night I started the prep

Opened the wine

Rented the movies

You came over

And that is a good thing

We talked we watched we played

You went home and left me till supper

I got up early

began the cooking

I cleaned

I did homework (I drank)

I stretched and relaxed

You came over

We ate the feast

We watched movies

and you had to go

Coat on

Ready to leave

But you won't stop touching, playing

Then we are in my room

Clothes on the floor

And so it begins

You are not her

No one ever will be

I enjoy you

the haunting of the past left

but am I ready?

Haunting

You continue to haunt me

Show up in my mind regularly

I think it is tragic

But slowly bit by bit you influence me less

The last thing you did, I am aware of it, really turned me off

I am in the final state of action

I move forward

I see others now

Even had girlfriends

But I have not found the feeling I want

It is nice to spend time

To share

But it sits in the feeling that will solidify everything

It will be found?