"You are quite resourceful indeed..love you and miss you.."
Tell me again that this isn't real. That there's past and present and that's just that.
A ghost letter, dated 2004, finds me for the forth time this year. No, it isn't a tear-stained keepsake I hold in some precious box. Its a message on my phone that pops up with a certain "zing" assigned to its sender. He isn't writing it. He isn't sending it. Its NOT in my inbox, but it haunts my phone, a message trapped in time, set on a a perpetual re-send by a force I dare not question, for its hardly the first time past comes back for me..lures me into comforts of quiet reminiscence and humbling reflections.."Love you and miss you"..long gone. Past, with its monuments and ruins and voices, refuses to play dead. It distorts images, creates vivid dreams and resurrects a love letter out of the blue. Magic.
