The way the sky blushes as it’s kissed by the rising sun, reminds me of your cheeks that November night when we become a unity, so long ago.
Now when all is lost I reread the letter that I have tossed so many times and recovered from the waste-paper basket.
Though words are harsh I still adore your handwriting and I find it hard to let it go
But when the sunshine erases the darkness of night where we took farewell I put a lighted match to your letter.
After all it can be considered evidence, if you finally resurface.
This week my mind went sinister. Hope you enjoyed it.
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November 27, 2013