Chronicle of Desperation : 3

 

To my friend, Love,

 

Let me relieve you of your duties, you must be tired by now. Sincerely let me brush the sweat from your brow and take your post. You’ve abandoned me, and I won’t allow the cycle to continue. I’ll wait for you; wait for you as long as it takes, even an eternity. Misery has spent too much time in your presence, holding hands like a young couple eminent in destruction. Come back to me when the watch you wear isn’t always spinning out of control, wild and reckless.

Where would I be without you love? The same place in life perhaps? Or have you intervened and actually added something to this existence. I don’t appreciate my family because of you that is a natural love, not of you, something man-made and evasive. I’ve yet to experience you and I pray that you can one day return to your post. Whether you are fiery as lust or as cold as the frost of a lover’s heart present yourself to me, just one time, and I’ll kneel to you breathing in every word ever uttered before.

Sincerely, I miss something I’ve never even known.

Your friend,

Anonymous.