Dear Da,
My Love,
To Whom It
Hello, Stranger.
For that is, in fact, who you have become. Of your own accord.
Communications between us once flowed like glacial melt, trickling from under layers of hard-packed experience, each drop pouring into twin streams of desire that merged into a swell of undeniable force. Swirling in whirpools through cut-canyon past pains, surging through rock-strewn eddies, tumbling over sharp cliff faces of mutual fears; your words teemed when mine poured. We rose in torrent and slid against one another, crashing from uncontrollable currents into the calm smooth-glass surfaces we labored to create.
I let you in.
I showed you things – pieces of me I’d never before revealed, parts of you you’d not previously uncovered – and found joy even through the pain of doing so because I was doing it with you. It was worth it to me. You were worth it to me.
And then one day you were gone.
No explanation. No apology.
Just…
Vanished.
Disappeared without a trace.
You became a ghost.
And I can’t help but wonder…
Are you haunted?
