The Letter

When someone as gifted as Ela asks you to write with her, you do NOT say no. In fact, if you’re anything like me, you jump at the chance. And, since I am almost exactly like me, that is exactly what I did.

Now, I think we’ve all come to grips with the fact that I don’t really “do” prose well, whereas Ela is really quite gifted at it. As a result, she and I decided to be creative in working our way around this slight issue, and in the tale we crafted, I hope you’ll be as pleased with the results as we are…

theletter-copyDeath sat at the edge of the bed, slack-jawed and stone-faced. Well, more stone-faced than usual; as the crumpled piece of paper formed an impenetrable barrier between It and Its intended cache for this night.

Why had It done it? Why had It read that infernal letter in the first? An effortless matter, this should have been. Just one more soul, ready to be extracted. One more life, simply at its wick’s end.

And yet, this time was different. This time, as Death glowered over this weak and puny, yet oddly contented man, a strange new feeling came. A crawling, warming sensation previously unknown to It. Looking at this creature – this sheet-white man-ape of no previous regard – It felt something akin to what It imagined affection might be described as.

Utterly ridiculous!

Shivering, It dismissed the thought altogether and slowly rose from the bed, in order to do what It should have done in the first. But right before doing so, It once again did what It shouldn’t have done in the first, and glanced at the letter once more.

That damned letter. With its presence, Death knew that this man-ape with the childish grin, would live on. Well, at least until it was her time to be taken too. Sighing resignedly, It stalked forth from the room, forever more trying to forget the words that It had read:

“My Love,

You have waited for me an eternity
Trying to see me in a million faces
Yet you never could, for it was not the time for us.
Tonight sleep peacefully knowing that the nightmare is over
And that I am on my way to you.
Tomorrow, when you will open your eyes
You will see my eyes mirroring you.
No pain, no chain, not even Death
Will stop me this time.
I thought I saw you millions of times
In millions of lives, my Love.
But every time I lost the illusion
Like a smoke scattered above the frozen waters of my broken heart.
For you were nowhere else but here all the time, waiting for me.
Tomorrow, when you will open your eyes
We will finally start to live.
Let the past die and rise from this tomb of agony
For Tomorrow is here
And I am coming.”

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Ela&Troy, 2013
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Please follow Ela at MeMyselfAndEla, a wonderful and gifted poet-writer who speaks eloquently from her heart.

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19 thoughts on “The Letter

  1. as I said on Ela’s site, this was beautiful and far reaching. I guess there is always the hope that whatever we can’t lay hands on this life, as life complicates and interferes, will be ours in the hereafter.

    great job both of you, thank you for the hope of this piece.

  2. OMG it has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve read in such a long time! New joy and beauty rose from your collaboration! Bravo, Bravo…Encore, Encore!

  3. I lovelovelove the personification of death in literature, and this was no exception. A love that literally stopped Death in his tracks? Brilliant. Sweet and touching and lovely with a strangely funny undertone, you guys nailed this one. Happy collaboration :)

  4. Interesting to write with another. I have done it a few times but never so well as you two did here. The poem is haunting, full of promise and yes, hope. First prize, hugs, pat

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