Dear Erato

Tis the season to be lovey-dovey

My dear Erato,
muse of poetry,
daughter of Mnemosyne,
I present to you the words that
flow through my mind as I think of you.

I see you as a goddess,
and it’s only fitting that I make an altar for you,
In my palm on a glass screen.

And I present my prayers everyday,
waiting patiently to hear back from you,
To hear your divine message.

And what a divine message it is!
In a few words,
you manage to
melt my heart to a puddle,
bring me to my knees,
let my eyes burst into tears.

~

You are everywhere around me.
I can’t escape your presence.
It’s soft and subtle.
But I still feel it.
It doesn’t light a fire within me.
And that’s a pleasant surprise,
I will welcome with open arms.

The more I love you,
the more I see the things that used to bother and unsettle me,
Because thanks to your love,
I can listen to the parts in me,
that could never get to speak before.

~

But nevertheless,

It hurts to love you,
it hurts knowing that I can’t be a part of your life,
to share your burden alongside you.

I need to let you go,
I need to embrace the fact that,
you will always be there in the wind around me.

In the gentle touch of sunlight on my skin,
in every beautiful flower I see,
in every crowded place I’ll see your face,
even though I know you are far away.

I’ll find a way to let you go,
but I know that,
as much as it hurts to love you,
letting go of you will hurt even more.