Love Letters - 0018

Tell me you do not want to be with me.

I need to see it in your eyes.

I need to hear it with your voice.

I need to sense stunned silence until sickness wells inside.

Teach me what it means to be without you.

May I never feel your warmth again.

May I never smell your familiar fragrance.

May I never taste your hospitality further.

Torture me until there is no room for doubt.

Let the gangrene rot away the last vestiges of anything I ever felt for you.

Let the fever wash over and kill any trace of anytime I am reminded of you.

Let the virus run its course.

Treat me to the closure I deserved.