closings v

Kinsey Peterson

To B,

 

My darling, it has been awhile. We are two ends of a similar string, red in colour but invisible to most. I have bared my soul to you. I have given my name. It belongs to nobody but you and the shape of your lips. 

 

We spoke of inspirations. Of aspirations. Never feel as though you need to know what way the path leads. I have found my favourites to be those that take me to the most unexpected of places. It is there that I can sit in envious solitude and write the words you described as “down to earth.” I would say you are right, as the words are born of soil and stardust, as are we. 

 

Please don’t apologize for the stars in your eyes, they have been there since creation and will remain until eternity. You, my darling, are the blood of planets and the bones of the most ancient of creatures. What apology is there for beauty? For history?

 

We write to love ourselves, and love ourselves because of our writing. So please, darling, sing those words loudly. Music is the art of time and we are nothing but those who bear the burden of the brushes. Be bold, be loud, and never apologize, for names are a powerful thing and yours has come to me bearing new hope and renewed passion. 

 

Thank you for everything, my darling. May we one day watch that last sunrise knowing we have been preserved in the depths of the earth. 

 

Yours and Yours Alone, K

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2023 08:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: To my dear poet, thank you for being a friend.
  • Category: Letter
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