Letter'S talking

I sit outside your window every night.

Even in the middle of that thunderstorm yesterday.

I hope you are in your room so I can watch you.

Last night was the best night of all.

The storm allowed me to come closer.

I saw you were reading a book of poetry.

I wonder if the poems that make me think of you,

Make you think of me.

Do you remember the day we met?

I do.

It was exceptionally sunny,

For being the 18th of January.

I knew it was going to be a good day.

You were wearing that green sweater that is hanging over your desk chair.

What really caught my attention was your bright red hair.

It looked like fire in the sun.

At night, it looks duller somehow.

Do you like the presents I send you?

I picked out the watch by myself.

I see you wear it every day now.

I knew you’d love it.

That snooty saleswoman was wrong.

I bought some of your favorite gum.

I really can’t understand why you like it,

But since you do,

So do I.

I can’t wait until we are alone.

Just you and me,

Roaming the country,

Living like gypsies.

We will read each other poetry,

And you will wear that green sweater.

I will make strawberry tarts,

Like the ones you bought in the coffee shop that first day.

I remember because they matched your hair.

It won’t be long,

Just wait,

We will be together my dearest love.

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Oh boy, that sent a shiver down my spine! Dark and intriguing. Well done!

[Rachel_Biggs]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it! ::)