Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski-Graham

How do I say it? Where do I sent it, to what address? You didn’t leave any forwarding mail note in all these little messages for my on your old Iphone.  Yes, you did tell me that you love me – but that I knew already, as you did that I do love you. More than life. Much more than that. I guess we both did know IT for many decades.  Of course, as any lovers we also had the natural urge to say it over and over to the other. Silly, isn’t it? Yet, sweet nonetheless.

But I still don’t know where do I sent this letter, these words I scribble now to you. Just in case.

You know that I’m going in a day or two to complete the last leg of our last journey. I’m going to our Home. Back to our home. Back to the amazing city that saw us, blanketed us with its beauty and it’s almost unnatural  shower of protection, and gave our feelings a nest. No, it didn’t protect us from little silly misgivings, trespasses (even if they felt at that time as a apocalyptic catastrophe) – why would it? The city knew that they are of no consequence. It took care and protected that, which was most important and most cherished. That made life worthwhile – our mutual love. The rest was just a noise. Little things to do to fill time. It is when I laid in bed at night and listened to your breathing as you were falling asleep – that was when it mattered. That was all that mattered. Even more than – dare I say it?! – nights of passion that was heavenly.

Have to take that journey back. Back where we should had have came back much earlier together.  

It doesn’t matter anymore, really. You are coming with me anyway. Maybe not in body, but in memory. With passing years memories is often what we have left.

You know that highway I’m taking. During summertime it offers glorious vistas. This time of the years, at times it is very treacherous. A strange feeling came over me. A feeling that I might not make it. Not take us back home through the very last, short leg of the journey. Funny, but a bit disturbing. Foretelling?  Just in case,  a little note to you.  Want you to know that I almost did it. One could say that I did, regardless of some little detail at the very end. It would be like, let’s say falling off you skies at the very bottom of the hill, after a long slalom from the top. Who cares? You still skied from the very top. Just a mere few meters doesn’t really count.  No, I’m not wishing or hoping that it would end up like that. I do actually believe that in a day or two I will be unpacking in our new place back in our city. This is just a few words to you, in case of some tiny misshape on the last mile. Otherwise – see you at home, Babycake.

yours always –