Her Scent Hides in the Breeze: Odes to Madam Diva
by Jonathan M. Emerson
by Jonathan M. Emerson
Firstly, I owe you an apology; I'm so very far behind schedule. I should've given you this bouquet months ago. It feels as if lifetimes have passed since I've last seen your smile...
I hope all is well.
Within the confines of these pages lies words that my lips are too afraid to produce. I wrote this solely to make my feelings for you known. For the last few months I have poured every feeling my heart possesses onto countless pieces of paper in an attempt to make sense of it all. I wanted... no needed you to know that thoughts of your perfection still flood the canyons of my mind from the moment the sun first caresses the sky until long after the moon has taken his place. Your affection is still my only desire. Even though I've never felt the prolonged warmth of your embrace, this will never change. I've learned that love isn't bound by our finite perception of time, but is itseld a living flowing entity that connects to all things that draw breath.
I've also been at war with myself; ignoring those distant whispers from my ogres of over thinking. Parts of me thought that my love wasn't good enough for you, but that thinking forced me to take a step back from the mirror and look at my reflection from a neutral standpoint. I've said all of this to say, yes, I desprately long for your return, but I realized I needed to recreate the man I desired to become to ensure preparation for your arrival wasn't in vain. You need something to look forward to as well.
I hope all is well.
Within the confines of these pages lies words that my lips are too afraid to produce. I wrote this solely to make my feelings for you known. For the last few months I have poured every feeling my heart possesses onto countless pieces of paper in an attempt to make sense of it all. I wanted... no needed you to know that thoughts of your perfection still flood the canyons of my mind from the moment the sun first caresses the sky until long after the moon has taken his place. Your affection is still my only desire. Even though I've never felt the prolonged warmth of your embrace, this will never change. I've learned that love isn't bound by our finite perception of time, but is itseld a living flowing entity that connects to all things that draw breath.
I've also been at war with myself; ignoring those distant whispers from my ogres of over thinking. Parts of me thought that my love wasn't good enough for you, but that thinking forced me to take a step back from the mirror and look at my reflection from a neutral standpoint. I've said all of this to say, yes, I desprately long for your return, but I realized I needed to recreate the man I desired to become to ensure preparation for your arrival wasn't in vain. You need something to look forward to as well.
