Rachel TC Decker
Dear Oscar,
It has been months since I have seen your face.
Your glimmering complexion, gold under a winter sky.
That stoic voice has not graced my ears.
Your calm, classified, cadence, bubbling like champagne in my mind.
Sick at the thought of that feeling, unsealed and disastrous.
The port call of my heart wiping your mind of the life we had.
My fevering feelings burn hotter with each passing day.
Whose heart will win, and whose will lose?
I have a fever, Oscar.
I hope you can say the same.