"Dear you" 4 March 2019

Dear you Elena Ignatyeva Dear, he seems like a light to you but you are just a moth to him. You fly towards him, sky high, but you cannot reach past that solid exterior. You say he’s understanding, that you know him, that you can see into his thoughts while he pulls you in with a soft prick to the heart. You are hooked. Dear, do you see the damage he does? I try and reach you but I get a blank in return. You are lost to me. I cannot navigate the treacherous waves that you throw towards me. You dim and suck in the darkness. The darkness that he labelled light. Or was it the darkness that lured you in? Dear, when did you become so foreign to me? The shapes and lines that I myself drew out only two months previously have become an ancient text to my memory. I thought that I gave you colour then. But now you seem so bright you will most certainly burn. Dear you, I write in this letter that now cannot be opened. The Church bells have ceased their ringing.