I took it with me in my pocket, that day.
Just me, the letter and the howling wind, together on that hill.
I knew what it said without ever reading a word. I knew what tenderness there would be, what pain; and as the wind howled louder, drowning out the sound of my heart breaking, I tore at your words like a wild animal, shredded every one and set you free, on that hill.
Writing along with December prompts from writealm using today’s prompt ‘missive’.