The Snake

I found an old e-mail you had sent me years ago. It didn’t say much; you never did have much to say to me. I sat looking at your e-mail address for what felt like hours. A part of me wanted to reach out to you but what could I say that I haven’t already said? I deleted that e-mail, my final connection to the parts of me that would once have moved mountains for you should you have asked. But there is nothing here for you, not anymore. Only the silence you have ever graced me with and the echoes of the past.

~lt