Sunday, March 10, 2013

A Hundred Letters




Dearest

I cannot remember your face anymore.

I tried to put a face to the one who causes me immense amount of sorrow and pain. A state of being that I have come to hold close to my heart since it is the only state in which I am able to recover vestiges of you. ..
And when sorrow comes…in these fleeting moments I find myself lashing at little torn rags of laughter and words that once had comforted me beyond comprehension.

When I think of you, my mind carefully takes these bits and pieces out from a chest buried deep within the cage of my heart and lay them out lovingly. Slowly the light, in which I saw you and doted endlessly, has begun to fade. I can see lesser details of all these rags of memories I have kept of you.

The diffused warmth of the setting sun has slowly softened the sharp edges of your real features. I have to strain the vision of my perception to recognize you in the gradually dwindling light of your gradually dwindling presence. I don’t see so well anymore, but over the time my eyes have adjusted to this pale remnant of you.
I sometimes fear that the wind would blow the flickering candle light of my hopes and dreams…so I cup my palms around it protectively and pray this candle burns steady as the paint brush stirs darkness into the palette of twilight hues. So it glows softly and flickers often, but radiates such warmth that when I look at it, I feel hypnotized. The warm glow falling on the skin of the memories of you is mesmerizing and I have slowly and unknowingly fallen in love.

I have fallen in love with an image of you that I have created in this half-light which flickers every time I let my guard down. I no longer recognize you in the harsh light of reality. I can no longer relate to or access the reality that everyone sees in the presence of a loved one.

I have fallen in love with a shadow that I go chasing in delirium, as the lights of reality begin to fade.
I see your face but I refuse to believe that it is you in this fake burst of artificial illumination.
I see your face every day but I cannot remember your face anymore.