My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid
Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.
It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.
Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.
Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.
I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?
I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.
I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.
Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes
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