加载中…The Letters
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent
But now you've got the gist
of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again
the ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
my pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hope you would come
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long
the plot was so intense
It took you years to cross
the lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
and simple kindness here,
the solitude of strength.
You walk into my room
You stand there at my desk,
begin your letter to the one
who's coming next.
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