Thursday, November 28, 2013

I send these letters into the void

I.
My dear, I write to you
from a sleeping house.
we own a cat now,
or he owns us,
for as long as
he wants to stay.


II.
William Golding destroys
my faith in mankind
more smoothly than you do
but in a dream the other night,
you were the one who could save it..


III.
There is so much of you
in the rain tonight
I got myself ill from walking
in the weather

(it was totally worth it,
it was as if you held my hand)


IV.
Lovely,
I send these letters
into the void
and hope they find you.

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