TIGER TRAPS


Dear _____,

Out of nowhere, I remembered the strange hollow in your chest, a perfect, small bowl just under your heart. I was having an ordinary day, busy with the small things that I do when I am alone, which is most of the time.

And then, without any thought, I lifted my hand up and curved it in to the small, loosely clenched shape at the exact height of that spot on your chest, and it took me completely by surprise.

These memories - tiger traps, really, scattered randomly in my everyday paths - make me feel like I still know you. I don't. I never will again.

But ten years later, I know my hand could still nestle into that same curve in your chest, where your hand pressed mine most of the nights for most of two years.

I feel like this is somehow your fault, but you would probably hate it more than I do, and I hate it entirely.



the love letter collection
submitted 11:03 AM EST
tuesday, November 6, 2007