Scarlett's Letters

Dearest Rhode

Dearest Rhode,

    Oh, you won’t believe this; I read a book of mixed poetry last night. I read it for you, because you enjoyed reading poetry so much. I found that if I thought about you, what you would think and how you would read the poems, I actually enjoyed them. I do things like that much too often, I imagine what you would do, how you would react, it's an easy way to keep you with me wherever I go. It's become something I do almost religiously. My failed attempts at belief in God have long since been abandoned (I didn't have it in me, and I envy those who do), making you my newest belief. It's hard to explain, just how it works, but i figure it's not quite like any other belief or religion. It's based on what you believed, it's... here, I'll write you a completely different letter on it, but for now, I'd like to share the poetry i found...Want to hear my favorite poem?

Two red birds

high on a wire

one said love

one said fire

Two black birds

deep in a tree

one said you

one said me

But wind came up

and tossed them away

no one hears

what they say

 It’s called Ill Wind, it was written by Michael Ryan. I really, really like it. Do you like it? I think you would. It's just the kind of poem that you would twist around to make directly relatable to your life.

Your Red Bird ("Love"),

         Scarlett

P.S. You are the black bird "You"

P.P.S. I was going to draw two little birds, a red one and a black one, but, well you know I can’t draw, it would have been a disaster.