Dear Becky,
Anxiety keeps me on my toes.
As I type away this note.
I fear the fiend that lurks in the shadows:
Distance.
The miles between us,
Have birthed a nothingness of uncertainty.
That sits close by,
In my small four-walled dark room.
Keeping me company,
Yet holding my thoughts hostage.
I dread that given granted a lifetime,
I may never be sure,
Or even understand,
Why each passing minute,
And metre keeping us asunder,
Feel like a lash,
Bleeding this frail body dry.
Each day,
Doubt lingers in my every step.
Should I trudge on or let go?
Your silence,
Plagues my emotions,
And does me no favor.
Please talk to me.
I hardly know what to say anymore.
So I choose to have a little faith,
And accept this, my fate.
I know,
That come each morning,
My yearning for you will always hold true.
And when distance deals us a blow,
I shall alter not,
For only doubt can wobble me.
So here we are…
I can’t conjure words sweeter,
My heart and soul won’t let me.
What I can summon though,
Is a tad of honesty.
You have my attention.
Please come home.
Yours ever,
D.