Love letter

I wrote a love letter about

what has yet to happen

there could be a kiss

maybe under the full moon

into the valley of thoughts

my yearning for you

feels like a runaway deer
deep down in a silent winter forest

I even love you when you yell at me!

I am really good at love letters.

In my head

I write one to you every day.

In my hand

a tear gathers strength

(sidenote, sorry: I am happy

and grateful to be human

and therefore able to cry. How

else would I process all my feelings?)

(additional note to myself, sorry, I will continue with

my poem right after this, but this is important:

should cry more, much more, definitely)

What has yet to happen?

a kiss

a touch

I wrote a love letter

to you into my open palm

tears washing over the

syllables like waves on the beach

I read it to the cat

my voice shaking
the cat purring 

I wrote a love letter
to you and never send it off
because every word I wrote
is out there anyway
is no word
is a beat of an open heart
a glance
a sigh
silence
what has yet to happen?
nothing
I mean, not much, really



© Susanne Becker
Foto by Armin Staudt