david wesley writes

Monday, January 14, 2008

a letter with no apparent recipient.

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dear __________,

you were my only friend.
i hate that i have let you go.
a reminiscence of my past,
and all the things i thought were true.
i've let you go now,
but that doesn't mean you don't creep in and out of thought.
i guess i hold you in a darkened part of my darkened heart,
which is more than i'd let on.
it's been so long, and still it hurts me.
deep inside, i stand conflicted.
i always ask myself what happened,
but then i slowly let you go.
your touch, your laugh, your words, your whispers,
the smell that hit me every now and then,
i let them go.
i let you go.

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