The Author

I haven’t heard your voice,
I hardly know your name.

My understanding of you began
A series of fiction pieced together
With carefully chosen words and perfectly portrayed images.

Our shared fiction became the stuff of letters
Placed in the context of reality
We slowly stepped out from behind the comfort of our stories and characters

And revealed the creators.

We found pieces of ourselves in each other,
Realizing more every day how they fit together,
Becoming more complete as we shared.

Weeks later
I don’t know the slope between your cheeks and your nose,
Between your heels and your toes.

I haven’t felt your breath
Its pace or intensity when you’re tired,
When you’re scared, or making love.

I don’t know your laugh from a strangers
Nor can I distinguish your walk in a crowd.
And yet I can’t stop seeing your face.

I wake each morning with hopes of more of you.
I fall asleep at night to the cadence of your letters,
Your words create eternities in my mind.

I ask nothing of you,
Expect nothing of you,
Only that you continue being what you’ve written.

I haven’t heard your voice,
I hardly know your name.

And yet
I can no longer tell your thoughts from mine,
Where my dreams end and yours begin.

You seem as familiar to me as myself.

© 2008 Alix Purcell

The Author

Alix Purcell

New York, United States

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