Sunday, July 5, 2009

Unsent Love Letters

Dear stranger,
It seems that I must introduce myself.
I am your latest nightmare, it's true,
But I am not your worst. That's you.
I am sure you have met me before,
In a place that not even I remember.
All I know is how we relate, and how
Our two circles share a common point.

Dear stranger,
We've yet to talk formally, casually,
About the wage at stake for your hand.
Every card is on the table, no regrets.
Let go of everything you knew before.
There's only two choices left for you--
Pick me up, or let me fall back down.
Either way, you know you'll win the bet.

Dear stranger,
It seems that we should meet someday,
For a cup of coffee, a card game or two?
Discuss the future, or ours, your pick.
I just don't think I should let this go.
I always thought there was something.
Let's clarify our current relationship.
Was there even anything there to start?

Dear stranger,
I'm sorry if I've rushed into this.
You don't seem comfortable here.
Neither am I, if you aren't either.
Let's start from the top, if you will.
I am your latest problem, biggest mistake,
Something you'll want to take back.
But I know you won't because neither will I.

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