letters to a former lover #1

lifted from a little grey journal

my dear, 

can i call you that?

it's not applicable, but carries weight

our fingertips no longer touch

our mouths no longer smile

too full of vows left unsaid

let me say them now

i loved you

i loved you and i felt trapped by you

not by a fault of yours

the desert was calling

i could not resist

you know how i am

forever chasing the sun

i think i may have gotten too close

the wax on my wings is burning

bringing you down with me

sorry