Letter from a Fox: Ditty Me & You

You are the sun and I am the moon. Can you remind me the time we used to meet each other before I disappear and you appear brightly in the clear blue sky? The sweet change of the air leaving winter for spring and summer. Does your bed stays warm like our energies used to ignite together with the pure flame of love? Does your laughter changes because its not all the same jokes we used to tell. Do you remember the coffee shop where we used to drink hot chocolate and eat dessert? I just passed by that shop ever since you've left. They may have the best chocolatier and the best cafetiére but the taste on my lips won't be the same. Its better not to enter and might unconsciously rip open all those sugar packs. If I will end up having diabetes and lose my legs, will you be there to look after me and carry me and buy a customized wheel chair for two where I can always see you at my front not pushing me at my back? There's one big star they called Polaris but its not its real name. Between you and me we know its real name. Its a combination of our name, do you remember how we procured a name such as. In your eyes I could see us dancing in the night, under the pale moonlight. How do you like my hair? I know. Long, straight and black. Although I felt sick with black because with black you can't see the secrets that lies behind. I am terribly sorry to admit that when I dyed my hair blond, all the stars fell down and replaced with a glow that covers all worries and sorrows caused by the stubborness of our heads. But we can't hide all these forever as they will prevail when their time comes. You just have to re-touch the broken areas of our mistakes. Honey, I love your hands, your big, thick fingers while mine is smaller and more frail. You held my hand like a delicate baby. You would wash all those dishes for me while I cook your favorite. Such a lovely thing. If I would ask you my favorite filling in a chocolate or ice cream or in a doughnut, would you say the right answer. Yes you will because I asked you before and you said 'Caramel'. I love Caramel. The first pair of Chucks that I have was from you and everytime I wear those shoes I always feel young like nineteen. But we don't get any younger, we grow older and at some point grew weary of each other. Its a big wonder how we ended up like a ran down house in the middle of Lonely Grove. Can we fix us now we are broke? Can we glue our feet on that special room where all our thoughts rest on the same vault we call love. We are publicly humiliated darling but I don't give a shit!