I wrote you a love letter on a black paper with a black crayon. I let my feelings linger in the air before they tickled my finger tips and initiated repetitious scribblings of a beating heart.
I listened to the humming of an ancient song coming from your ageless soul. You could not read my letter, you said. A blank page against a dark sky. Not even the stars would smile.
I wrote you a love letter on a white paper with a white crayon. My tongue hummed your song, the melodic buzzing filling the cold air. I dotted my i's with tiny hearts, found new meanings for overused words. What was the meaning of love, anyway?
I watched as you kicked freshly fallen snow with your bare feet. You could not read my letter, you said. A blank page against a cloudless sky. Not even the birds would fly overhead.
I'm writing you a letter on a black paper with a white crayon. The stars smile dotingly, the birds chirp unrecognizable tunes. Still, you cannot read my letter.
I suppose I just ran out of things to say.
-Z
2 comments:
This is heartwrenching..the piece is the exercise in attempting to make someone understand,yearning for them to notice and then realizing the futility in the attempt and finally falling silent
you and zeina are absolutely brilliant.
i think you two should start a collaboration!
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