Monday morning, dark and dreary, heavy clouds and heavy eyes.

Pull the curtains, bleak and bleary, weekend feeling swiftly dies.

At the breakfast table, yawning, cold burnt toast and scalding tea.

Feel the revelation dawning. You’re there, sitting next to me.

Head feels sluggish, madly early, strain my eyes for better view.

Features shadows, outline blurry, smiling voice confirms it’s you.

Fluid English, gently flowing, German torrents, rapid, clear.

Your words embrace me softly showing the ecstasy of being near.

Precious moments, you and I, alone together, separate sphere.

Fleshy figures sat nearby flicker, fade, then disappear.

Intense connection pulls us tight, surviving moods and miles and years.

Emotions soaring like a kite, we transcend barriers and fears.

You pull away, reluctant pause, I see it’s time to say farewell.

My hand goes out to feel for yours, and as it does it breaks the spell.

Apparition fast dissolving, disintegrates to nothing much.

One final smile, amused, absolving, I know I’m not allowed to touch.

Fleshy figures here again, return to world that knows me better.

And realise, with a stabbing pain, I’ve reached the last page of your letter.

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