Cloud Atlas
Missed Connections in the Upper Peninsula
I don’t’ think that you and I could work.
I don’t even live there anymore,
but when you said that you have always loved me,
that I was the one that keeps you from loving others,
I can’t believe you.
I want to.
I want to interrupt you at the shop.
I want to fall asleep smelling your skin,
which always smells like sawdust and wet earth.
But you can’t leave there and I can’t come back.
Even if you did,
would you be happy away from the Lake and all that the UP holds for you?
I doubt it.
And I know that you would think me a fool for throwing a heartfelt message out into the internet where you may or may not even find it,
but we’ve always found it hard to talk to one another.
And I don’t have anyone else I can tell.
You have always been the one guy who I will burn the world for.
I’ve done it too many times.
I’ll probably do it again.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Today we’re featuring three messages from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula – you know, that’s the part of the state north of Wisconsin that isn’t the “mitten”. This feed is a very curious one – it’s generally pretty slow but every once in awhile a real beauty of a message comes through. This sad good-bye note deeply touched my heart; the lament of being from a place but no longer of it.