WBB ESSAYS
Dearest You
- by fiftyfiveassorted
Dearest You,
I don't know where you've gone to in the past few years. I keep expecting to get to the bottom of another bag of chips and find you there, laughing and shrugging.
"Where've you been?" you'll ask, your eyes will sparkle, and things will commence just as they were before.
That's not possible. I know, I know, I know. You've been burried (by pain, by me, by life) under rubble made of empty liquor bottles and smutty magazines piled so high that you can't move. So heavy that your diamond dust bones are breaking. And if I can ever uncover you (please, please let me be able to uncover you), you won't be able to giggle and continue because you'll need some repairing first. You'll have to kiss your wounds and cry, bleed the years of darkness through your eyes.
Long ago, Dearest You, you were my favorite part of being alive. You held promise. You smiled at cheesy puns and ran your hands over silky blouses in department stores. And then I started to balance things on your shoulders. Dearest You, I have to tell you that I'm sorry.
I'm trying to shift this mountain of bad dreams and smeared lipstick just enough that I can pull you up, unrumple your battered form, but my shovel is small. My arms are weak. My time is short. Please, Dearest You, hold yourself together until I get there.
I swear I will make it, but I'm afraid you may not.
Love,
Dearest Me
