Dear Anna,
The only thing that I truly am looking forward to,
is seeing you,
in all of your blinding beauty,
dressed up,
and radiating light.
You are so excited for this dance,
and I,
for the way your dress clings,
to your waist,
the same way my hands so often do.
YOU ARE READING
What Happens When It Doesn't Happen
PoetryMy letters to you, my dear. Maybe someday, when I gain the courage, you will know that these exist.
