Dear savior,
my beloved bird, I wonder how you must feel without my embrace touching your icy body shivering while the bombs are flying over your head and mind. Wanting to escape to a place warm and familiar like me, your woman.
How cold and empty your days must be without me, I, and you were one to be. Yet, I am stuck here staring at the empty white walls hoping to fill them with pictures of us dancing in the gardens of Eve while the flowers kiss our feet and the birds chirps fill our ears with unheard music. As our tears stream down our mere sculptured faces of angels staring deep into the abyss of our hazel set eyes with widened pupils about to pop off our faces.
Will I ever see you holding my hand again, savior? My soldier when will his war end, when will you reply and when will I stop crying? Thinking that everything will be alright, although you are nowhere to be seen and heard from probably. You are perhaps dead, or alive. How will I know? I sit here wondering while the shouting dog is attacking our apartment door while Gustavo wants to "come over and have a drink with me". A poor old fool with only one leg who wants somebody to talk to. I would rather be a lonely widow, than talk to Gustavo. I miss you, savior. Come I do beg.
xoxo your Savior.