MY LETTER, PART III

Dear, Thousands of seconds have flown by. Leaving us to our separate activities. Moving past all the stories where we no longer watch over each other. Sometimes, as the nights pass, I wish I could tell you what happened from morning until we would fall asleep. Searching for the meaning behind everything that occurred. Often I grow weary facing all the problems that must still be confronted. Especially because you are no longer by my side. As night approaches its end, I often wake up remembering every one of your words that remained unfinished. Your voice echoes within the empty chambers of my mind after I stop contemplating all the formulas of life. Then I fall into reverie about that story.   You know, the night I see now is dark. Even though the full moon will soon arrive to replace the crescent moon that hangs there. Releasing all the longing that should no longer be here. With me. There is someone else who is more deserving of missing you. There is someone else who should be in your hopes. Not me anymore. Not me. While I am still lost in the darkness of the night without you. Talking to the mirror about the days that have passed. Echoing my voice that bounces off the corners of empty rooms, so that I understand this story will never be heard by you again.   As the drizzle then intensifies, its rumble seems to want to collapse all remaining space. Silencing every word that wants to be uttered. Only the movement of lips without tone, without sound, without words. Did you ever know if rain could feel parched? No, you surely don't know. Because I realize you no longer whisper my name in your prayers.   God may no longer bestow grace upon love. God may have a story unlike what is written by poets. Its story is not one whose plot I can guess. I never know who the protagonist of this tale is.   Dear, this third letter of mine has long gone unwritten. I am trapped in my confusion because there is too much to convey. I don't know which drawer of longing to start from. Even though the index from beginning to end is only your name, I cannot convey everything at once. So, it takes time for me to choose which words I should write. It takes much contemplation to arrange each page of our story. I hope you remain healthy, and continue to stay hydrated during the busy days you face.   With longing …   To be continued