A letter behind the mirror

Prose Exercise – Write a story in which a letter is found behind a mirror.
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My dearest William,

Forgive me for writing, forgive that I have not found the courage to hand deliver this to you in person at the garden party two weeks ago, where I saw you for the third time.

I have battled with my inner feelings so, moreover the last few weeks and even now as I put pen to paper, I struggle. I know not, even as I write, to summon the courage to give this to you and if I do, how would I do this? For it must be with the utmost discretion.

Each time I see you, my heart does flutter, like the wings of a dove set free, alas, I am not free. Nor shall I ever be.

Like the dove my heart soars, every time I hear the mere mention of your name, or as fortune permits that I see you and it saddens me so that our lives are not intertwined.

My love for you is greater than all the treasures in this earth and yet I am alone, so very alone.

I wish to be unshackled from the life that I have now, that I may walk with you amongst our friends, our heads held high, or perhaps if I may be so bold, in the gardens alone.

I dream of you William, I blush as I tell you this. Modesty, I have none at this time, my thoughts and forgive me, my desire for you, would, in the eyes of others be seemingly wicked and un-lady like, yet they are thoughts I cannot control or keep to myself any longer.

Your fun for life, humours me greatly and something that I sorely miss in mine.

I know that I shall never be free, or that you would even consider the prospect of us ever meeting, but I write this nonetheless.

I ask for exoneration dearest William for taking the liberty of airing my feelings towards you, for I feel that you do not even know of my existence.  There was a glimmer of a smile in my direction, or I hoped that it was for me, a smile that bound my heart to yours.

I must be brave and console myself that you perhaps may feel as I do? Did you see my blushing cheeks as I fanned myself, not from the heat of the warm summer day, but the feelings that rose in me.

Have you noticed me amongst our friends? Though I am a woman spoken for, my relationship is an unhappy one, this is why I present my desires for you, shamelessly and wanton. I ask only one question of you and I pray your answer is the one I am longing to hear.

Will you meet with me my love?

Mary

Lonely

Lonely
on darkened hill a willow stands
limbs hang scraping the earth
as if trying to dig a hole to
escape

lonely
as the lamb or calf stand in the paddocks
in the fierceness of winter hail and rain
their coats saturated from the
rain

lonely
the broken-hearted woman
with so much love to share
sits alone at her table and dines by
herself

lonely
the father who waits for the
fortnightly visits from his children
wanting to hear laughter hold them
close

lonely
the animal in the shelter hoping
that someone will pass by and take him
away from the four x 6 cage that he lives
in

lonely
the dreamer who aspires to be grand
yet lives his life thinking that he is
not worthy of being noticed he has nothing to
give

lonely
the writer for their voice are words
placed upon paper hoping that thoughts felt
deep within will be recognised and there meaning
known