War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

letter before I leave #1

forgive me. falling in love with this. obsessed. eating, drinking, sleeping with war. my possessions meaningless. that I could forget cosiness. winter fire. warm food. lit candles. the duvet. my thoughts half a world away. on someone else’s hardship. someone else’s dismay. homes shattered. forgive me. the ice of Ex. buried us. a year of my life rolled across prairie like tumbleweed. I forgot to need. forgive me. falling in love with all of this. believing that just maybe. I could make a difference. with words. alone. believing you could wait, be patient. keep cosiness. winter fire. warm food. lit candles. the duvet. for me. ‘til I came home. if only you could. believe. I would return. forgive me.


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Alex VanderWoude

It does make a difference. Maybe not to him, and maybe not to you, but to me it does. And if me, then others too — I’m not that different.

Oct 13 2009 · 21:33

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