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