HER LETTERS, I KEEP
the scent of Dove on her skin-so-fair
i smell no more.
the waft of her aromatic hair,
not for me anymore.
i am her “Ace” no more.
i threw away the diskette,
the tapes, the shirts, the face towel;
anything that reminds me of her. I deleted
all her texts. I gave away the cell phone.
but her letters,
her love letters, I still keep.
does she think of me
when he holds her close
in marital embrace?
does she remember us
when she lies in his bed?
we used to savor sweet times to spare.
now, no favor or flavor we share.
i dream
that somewhere in her heart
she hides a mailbox
where I can return to sender
all her letters,
her love letters, I still keep.
– between her and me: her love letters.
(c) 2004 Chito L. Aguilar
Shifting Shades 