Illustration by Katrina Dagdag
Dear Agnes. May you have a fine day!
It is me, hailing from the illustrious dream I know and love,
Within the confines of where I lie in horror,
Delving deep into the nightmare where I cherish my lying mirror
How is your day? Do you still remember me?
I haven’t heard much from you since that winter night,
It was a dreaded day where I came to see
The message where you departed towards the starry sky.
But that is not something for me to believe,
For you are alive and well
Inside my mind, you still smile in a twisted image as I weave,
The happy ending where we dance and laugh at the mouth of hell.
I see you laugh, but you frown at my face,
Are you not happy that we are together?
Within this blurry and romantic haze
In the advent of this illusion that maybe heaven’s tether?
It is but a place where there is only us,
While the world drowns in its own cruelty
We are the last to stand,
As lovers in this twisted paradise reigning its own novelty.
Are you not amused?
Then, I give you the head of the person who took your life,
Staining my robe of innocence for the muse I desired
In this hellish fantasy where I declare you my wife!
Tell me love. Tell me your desires!
And so it shall be done!
Even if our place in heaven will burn beneath the fires
So shall we sin once again to see the last setting sun!
But… where art thou? Have you forgotten our promise?
That we would embrace again in lament,
Forgetting the past away with just a mouthful kiss
As we swear our oaths beneath the church bells?
Why does your voice still ring silent in my head?
Do you not have something to say?
Am I to tread the lonely road ahead?
Burdened by loving you this way?
Agnes… How long have I missed you so,
While waiting and quelling the mind that refused to let go,
The same who still believe you alive but wonder
Why am I seeing you six feet under?
Agnes, release me from the mind that is my own,
Against the thrashing voices that still lingered,
In the world where I lie and moan
about a heart whose love had all but withered
But then again, this letter is pointless,
I still thank you for listening nonetheless.
May our fates again cross and entwine
Sincerely, Rosaline.
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