letters
I wrote these letters to forget about them
to send them
to intend for them to reach you
the pen I picked was blue,
the words were wandering
right side from the margin,
they barely fill the page
the ink fades with the papers age
by the time this reaches you
my thoughts may have changed,
the pen I picked was new,
the divided unity of opening this letter
through distance
brings us closer together,
this letter is my heart
it’s very clear to see
you’d have to read it back to me
to set the words free.
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