Scarlet Letters.

This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When two fold silence was the song of love.

My affections were more than halved, you said. And so I thought as well, and perhaps even believed it so then. I thought I knew the futility of any pursuit- passionate or otherwise - well what does one make out of three weeks anyway? And so I left the chambers unlocked, thinking I was steeled, and apparently, I wasn’t the only one thinking that. But all it took was time with you to tear the walls that I so created against the world. And I found myself once more star gazing and searching the illuminated sky for constellations that would map my heart’s destination. I never was quite the learned one, and so I leaned upon the quiet stirring that brought me to you and here I am tonight, yearning the secrecy of nightfall silence, and sparkling joy that sprung from midnight surprises.

You were never one to reveal the secrets of your heart, and I never dared ask because you wouldn’t tell and that would have hurt more. You were always a stranger to me that way. Though one night I did ask, as my searching mind overshadowed my weakening resolve to steer clear of such conversations. You hinted at nothing once more, but for good reason, and I understood such sensibilities. But being the person that I am, I soon grew to question which end of the scale your ambivalence was tipped towards, and I haven’t yet decided today. But there never is a point to knowing such truths because truths are amorphous- especially when it concerns the little elusive promptings that in part, guide our daily affairs.

My pocketwatch now tells me that you leave in less than an hour- not once did I imagine myself sending you off because I never could bear seeing you go. And so I close my eyes and remember your parting words be happy, be well.

I will, but it was always easier when you were near.