
POETRY | Love Letter
We were friends once.
The woods were still dark, but they felt safer when you felt close.
You were a watched clock on the wall Of this vast, old breathy house called life; A room on the other side of every door. I waited.
Years passed.
Silver fingers dissected the hospital hours.
Time shuffled.
I believed a lot of things, once.
I think of you: a box of attic pearls I was always going to open.
Because everyone opens you at least once. So I hear.
Isn’t that what they say?
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