letters_to_goodey

correspondence unsent

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

i left it there.

between the breath

and what wasn’t said.

no excess. just timing.

restraint that knew

when not to move.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

let me be your april garden,

where what lingers

comes into bloom.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

when the stars are freezing

in the clearest night,

i wanna float through oceans

with the tide.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

i don’t know exactly

when i fell for you–

only that

the ground never came.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

let’s try that dangerous thing–

when the heart grows restless.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

there is no road to you–

so i keep building

these small bridges

of words.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

you move like a storm

over the quiet fields

of my composure.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

not salvation–

just the sweet disaster

of wanting.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

neither saint nor sinner,

only a woman

caught in your orbit.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

half drunk, half honest–

and still the worst idea.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

denial is a short story.

the ending is always the same.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

in nightgown hours

i walk unlit corridors

barefoot– listening

for what survives dawn.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

it came like a storm.

it stayed like the tide.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

time moved.

i moved.

you stayed.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

restlessness is a pulse.

sleeplessness is the proof.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

leaning over cold metal,

all focus. all fire.

go on, tell me again

you’re harmless.

[gone-for-goode]

dear goodey,

on english soil–

same air. same earth.

we exist at once,

against all odds.