Love Letters

A pile of letters 

stacked in my rack,

smelling like the apples

which once grew in my garden,

the garden where I sat

and scribbled them for you.

The envelopes jacketing

the letters

are slowly turning yellow

and it feels so old,

it feels like a century

has gone by

and yet I have waited

for you patiently,

balming my soul

and adding to the ocean

of love letters.

Each word inked 

on the papers

cannot be erased,

neither with tears

nor with crayons,

you cannot gnaw at it

and scratch it out

it will not change the truth.

Ink will leak and bleed 

from my heart

until you will sit next to me 

and, with a wet towel,

wipe out my wounds

because it has been enough now

and I feel alone.

I added another letter

today

telling you how I will give you

every part of me

till the world collides.