May 4th

Do you know I still write to you without telling you? That you're still one of my muses?

It's been a long time since I've written to you.

Lately, I've thought of you a lot. I've imagined you. I've remembered and invented us. I've projected images imbued with sunlight, embraces and kisses.

I've seen our future. I've kept it near me while you're gone. You've never left me. I've carried you around in my pockets and my heart, in my eyes and my dreams.

I've kept you like an angel, a gift, a near future I've expected, I've hoped for even more so as I knew it would come, a horizon so sweet it chases the impatience.

For the first time, I can stand the wait because it is as beautiful and good as your presence.