The Letter

Dear Delilah,

It feels like one of those dog days, today, where all our existence comes to rest halfway between our sobriety and poignant memories; like a glass of introspection with a little sprinkling of lazy.

And lately, I've learned a few new words; strong words, like patience, and faith, and wine, and friendship.

I'm trying to make room in my head for my new words, so I pick out a few old words. I pick out the best ones, the wild ones, the slightly unusual ones and I write you rambling letters in my mind.

I ask you random questions, like what the distance is from your living room to a lonely night, or if you want a daughter first; what you'd call her. I ask you questions, like, how do we thaw these conversations? Where have you left the keys that unlock you?

It's a random day and you've kind of been on my mind.

So this is my letter, dear Delilah. This is my glass of poignant introspection, poured from a vintage bottle; shall we get drunk? This is where I hide the emotion, behind the fluffy words and the LOLs.

Some days I wonder how your day went, if your friends are alright, if you still have dimples. I wanted to make this a blog post but I hear you don't like PDA.

Sincerely,

Ashiwel.