Hey,
you took my breath away last night. Talking to you over the phone last night when you called at 4 am. Giggling about the puerile reptiles on the forum, conjuring up new ideas to show them the ropes. Even through the phone, your scent of chilled starbuck's iced coffee and victoria secret Heavenly eau de parfum rushed back into my senses, my head light, my heart pulsating. Since you left me for Pittsburgh, life has been dark and depressing, I know I lied saying how things were wonderful but you knew i was kidding. My prose has been off and you know when I'm not writing as a poet laureate, my sun isn't shining as bright. but in reality, posting without you by my side is almost impossible. Proud of our celestial childhoods of candle lit s'mores and dandelions by daylight. Puddles form under my eyelids, rivers of mascara dripping onto my sheets thinking that a troll post without you is just mere printed text on a parchment, essence nonsense. Perturbation results in masturbation results in my stalking of your flesh on Facebook knowing that each photo you're smiling next to some famous Pittsburgh architecture that i'll never be able to name is that yearning in your heart to come back home. We miss you.
Love always,
sarah
