I Wrote Him a Love Letter

With blue ink to white paper

I wrote him a love letter.

Handwritten;

not computerized generic letters.

Pouring the essence of me into it

with the stroke of every letter

and the curve of every word.

Every line carried tenderness

every sentence echoed love.

With blue ink to white paper

I wrote him a love letter.

I wrote about the evening we met

and about the moment I knew my heart was his.

I wrote about the many good memories I had

that would never have cemented a place in my heart

had it not been for him.

I wrote of the moments he wiped my tears;

even those sometimes caused by him.

I wrote of the moments I held him while he wept, silently;

silent tears sometimes inflicted by me.

I included the memory of the first time we held hands 

– publicly

The first time our lips met 

– sweetly

The first time he touched me 

– awkwardly

The first time he loved me 

– tenderly.

I included the memorable moments we laughed

and those quiet moments where nothing was said

yet everything was heard.

With blue ink to white paper

I wrote him a love letter.

I wrote him a love letter because

I couldn’t bring myself to utter the words

I so tenderly wrote

  - Its over -

Nekisha CD Lewis

23.06.2012