Unsent letter #1

Dear You,

Please appre­ci­ate that these are not my words. I stole them from a passing Aus­tralian — the one whose voice has a dis­tinctly smoke-filled timbre. He also pos­sesses a strange taste in foot­wear, and har­bours abso­lutely no regard for per­sonal hygiene.

“My dreams have caught me out. I find myself sur­roun­ded by the odds of our own ends. Enough said about it.”

I listened to him thirty-six times in one day, and then wiped a tear from the corner of my left eye on the thirty-seventh. He gets me every time. Every single time.

Yours forever,
An Unre­li­able Witness