a letter with no return…
The commotions can not be denied. The letter that was written a while ago has not received proper grievance . Even it was not expected, not anticipated, Yet, hope lingers just a little, enough to suffocate a little, enough to to lie about the anticipation, to lie about the expectation. The reply will mean something and nothing - something because it meets the cause, nothing because nothing can be done about it. In the end it will be a wait, perhaps a long wait a reply, for some kind of response, for a feeling, an emotion saying something, anything is enough; nothing will leave things unsettled, unfulfilled, trenched. It is unjust on many levels, it is understandable on others. Still it hurts. It perpetuate the mind to wonder to hazardous places, forbidden for a reason. It is against the instincts of self-protection. Yet the heart dwells the forbidden once more, a little peep, a little anticipation, a little hope, for something, someday… that will ease and cease the pain….the wait…..
