XXLove letters

 

 

When it was a rhetoric answer to a rhetoric question,

 

I turned my head like a life-size exorcist doll,

‘I am stupid,

I’m a scatterbrained psycho,

My brain is Swiss cheese,

A living in a spacious cave troll,

It reminds me ‘You forgot blue eye shadows,

They are so in,

I am so thoughtless,

How can he recognize me?

He waits for a red-haired girl,

Who wears a floral sweater and mallow flares,

I’m wearing a warm winter tunic,

It’s windy today,

I’m buried in knee-high boots,

I’m wrapped up in a blue shawl,

When he asked me to describe myself,

I should have changed the topic,

I should have said,

‘I am a red-haired girl,

Whose shoes are always unpaired,

She wears them on the wrong feet,

Her eyes look in the wrong direction,

I would have increased my chance,

I didn’t and now what?  

 He doesn’t know me,

 I don’t know him,

How can he recognize me?’

I was terribly wrong,

Despite my unpreciseness you did,

We know people well only if they don’t match the right description,

I was in the open sea,

At dusk it peacefully snowed,

I stood on the deck wrapped up in twilight,

For the first time I saw the incredible scene,

The sky refused being alone,

Snowflakes were lucent,

Water was attracted to water,

I questioned my eyes,

I felt anxious, excited, exhausted,

I could not understand why,

Misunderstanding was solved,

All questions were answered,

I felt confused and frustrated,

It was such a waste of beauty,

Such a waste of a gift from the sky,

I wanted the drowning snow to become one hundred different things,

I’d love it to be water stains on the sidewalk,

Puddles, slush, dirt and pedestrians’ rage,

Snowmen, snowdrifts, laughter of children,

I’d love it to shape-shift,

But snowflakes disappeared,

Hieroglyphic love verses evaporated,

Happiness is a selfish witch.

 

PS It’s how you looked the first time when I saw you.