My Letters To Arianne - Poem by Peya Jakob
How are you. I am fine. Now. Now that I am seated alone with my pen and my heart in my hands and I have this chance to use the one to give voice to the other that I might say this to you. That I miss you so much. I hope it is warmer and that you can wear the clothes that you like.. The sundresses. I miss you.
Is it ever an effort for you, to see time to write me or think of me. For me it is an effort not to. It is a physical thing a struggle to stay tethered to the world and be alive in it everyday and not hold your hand. I feel as if my soul itself might fly to you. There you always are, as if some translucent proponent toward a more solid you.
I am forever yours.because I can not exist otherwise and also I would not want to. You are my love my true. It is these words that I say to make you understand that I would live without you only by holding myself in by force.
Each day without you I would see pieces of myself floating into the atmosphere like dust.
I write only to remind you that you are my heart and also to recall you, and get some of you out of me, but only so that more of you may enter.
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