Letters to the Lost

These words go nowhere. There is no name on the envelope, no address, just thoughts bouncing around in my mind, occasionally spilling onto paper. My fingers tremble in silence, as if asking me: What is the point?

I do not know.

I tell myself that if I write to you, these thoughts will reach you somehow. Why do I bother? Perhaps I still believe I can undo what happened, bring you back into your home, back into my life.

You would open your mailbox and find my letter. You would smile, tear open the envelope, inhale the faint scent of the stationery, and begin reading:

My Darling,

How I have missed you…

Yet years have passed. Your house sits empty, the rosebushes overgrown. The curtains are drawn; even the street has fallen eerily quiet. The postman will never carry these pages, these blank letters to the lost.

Comments

Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.

Frankie

It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. I told her "Frankie, Frankie... I'm sad Frankie. I'm really sad". She looked at me, like really looked at me. Her eyes showed me she knows. I kept petting her and she flopped her head into my lap. Dogs bring such comfort. It's amazing. They are so full of unconditional love. They can't say it to us but they are there, listening and loving.

Own your Ocean

Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling woman and that is why you cry. It's because you feel. Think about it. You're a piscean. A fish. Water. Tears. You are in your element. Own your ocean.

Elly Grey

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