I write this letter that I will never send you in reply to the letter I never received from you an eye for an eye, an absence for an absence I remember lying among summer flowers both of us naked in the dark I remember walking alongside you the forest path opening to infinity I remember the contour of your hips in the dark the feel of your crushed lips the dizziness from navigating your deep salty waters I remember countless arguments crumpled faces, empty eyes you being you and me being me over and over, to exhaustion I remember how your eyes lit up sometimes looking at me The other night I dreamt of you We were two strangers in a room full of people At last.
This poem was originally published on Luna’s blog. I am a photographer and prose writer rather than a poet, but there are moods and moments that lend themselves better to poetry. For me, they are mostly soul-crushing moments and I usually try to get through them quietly.
I took the photo after sunset, at the North Sea.