Dear Eveline,
I've been dying to see you lately. It's something that keeps me up at night, and I'm sure you do the same. I just can't wait until we can be together again; until I can see your quaint, little smile.
I wanted to tell you about a dream I had the other night. I was going to wait until we saw each other next so that I could tell you in person, but I'll just tell you here. It was one of those dreams that makes me more upset than anything. You kinda remember it more like a photograph than a sequence of events, but it still gets to you. We were together in that field out behind Mr. McCarthy's house, that one near the pond where the wildflowers bloom, and we were just laying out there. The sun was set so high up in the sky, just the right way so that it made your hair glow. The trees gave a nice backdrop, and there was a butterfly nesting just over your shoulder.
It was as simple as that, really. I know it probably doesn't mean much to you, might even seem weird, but it's all I've been thinking about lately. You wore that same smile in that dream.
Take care until the next time I see you. Tell your mom I said hi.
Love ya,
-C
PS: Started writing that book like I said I would :)
YOU ARE READING
RIVER
PoetryA self-guided tour through childhood, innocence, love, and the loss of it all. Feel what you want, it's all butterfly gardens from here anyways. Just remember that you're not alone here. Started January 13th, 2019. Updating weekly, sometimes more.
