A Wax Letter

A  Wax Letter

Sitting in front of the paper under the candle light, the wax is almost already fully melted and I cannot come with any words to write down with my plume. My window lets the bright light of the moon come in and the wind outside blows the leaves of the trees like in a magical spiral stairwell to the moon.  The blank paper still without words and probably will stay like that for a while.  I hope you understand what I am going through.  I still remember your soft fingers all over my body and your sweet voice whispering into my ear my name.

Countless times I have tried to write you this letter and I never know where to begin, I can’t find the words to say to your clear and bright eyes that still linger in my soul. Life is full of passions and I do not need to give you explanations, you know me well enough.

Your kisses still fresh on my body and my soul does not understand why you are not here anymore; it aches for you.

There is nothing in the world that can cure this illness of love. You are everything I want and I know you are everything I want. The universe dictates that we must be together, but your family does not. I could care less but I care because you care.

I will send this wordless letter to you with my soul poured into it. You will know what it means. Goodbye my love and so long my precious.

Sincerely,

Your Anonymous Lover

Note: First draft of experimenting with the voice of a letter within a short-short story without any context. Feedback appreciated.