Letter in a Drawer

 

Into what impossible role have I forced you?

A creation of my own desires,

Unknown to you, unprovoked by you,

Existing only in my fantasy - unreal -

But not necessarily unsatisfying.

That so small a moment could evoke

So great a regard

So fervent a need

Is not your responsibility;

You did not seduce with vacuities

Too quickly reduced to rubbish.

I don’t know that you realize

What you have done,

Or even that you care.

If you can expound cause and effect

You do not understand at all.

And so, My Love,

I contemplate the scratchings and cacklings

Of presumptive opinion.

I love you.

It is enough

That I say what I know.

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas