R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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I hope you’re doing well.<br />
--K<br />
Dear M,<br />
Today it rained and Dad didn’t go into the office. We sat on the front<br />
porch swing, talked and drank cinnamon coffee. He knew that’s my favorite<br />
and purchased two cans of it at the corner grocery when I arrived. The soft<br />
pitter-patter of raindrops soothed me. He asked me why I’m here. I told him I<br />
wanted to make sure he was still comfortable living on his own. He said, of<br />
course, he was all right. His eyes were in need of repair but the rest of him<br />
still worked. He’s not ready to be put up on a shelf just yet, he joked. He<br />
asked me pointedly if I was okay. That’s a complicated question, I said. I told<br />
him that you and I had decided to part ways, but I didn’t tell him why. He<br />
asked me if I missed you, and I had to answer yes.<br />
Last night I lay in the bed that I slept in as a girl and thought about<br />
the first day we met. I never dreamed that a girl who majored in hotel<br />
management in a Missouri college would fall in love with a park ranger in<br />
Sedona, Arizona. My love for Sedona began the first day I drove my Jeep into<br />
town after transferring in with the Hilton Companies. Two weeks later, we<br />
met in the bookstore. We reached for the same book, poems by Charles<br />
Simic. You wore denim jeans, boots, a brown tee shirt and a cowboy hat.<br />
Your shoes had red Sedona dust on them. I said, “You don’t look much like a<br />
poet.” “All cowboys are poets,” you said.<br />
We decided to go for coffee together and wound up at a truck stop at<br />
midnight, eating biscuits and gravy, still full of conversation. You said you’d<br />
been a loner all your life and loved the desert like a mistress. You were a<br />
cowboy at heart and wanted nothing but a cold beer and a steak after a long<br />
day in the wilderness. You fixed your steely gaze on me and told me that you<br />
felt your life was about to change. We were as smitten with each other as we<br />
were with the red rocks, so who could blame us that we ended up living<br />
together after only two months? I know that you know all this since you lived<br />
it with me. But writing it down is comforting to me, somehow.<br />
I hope you don’t forget to wear your sun block, as you have a tendency<br />
to do. That hot Arizona sun wreaks havoc on your skin.<br />
My cell phone number hasn’t changed. I’ve thought about calling you<br />
a thousand times, but I don’t know what I’d say. It seems we said it all,<br />
before we had to split.<br />
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