correspondence
How can I write in one letter
the numberless ways and times
your face and your voice came to mind?
Woven through dreams, things half recalled-
we were young again together.
I have carried scuffed cards for months,
found perfect pens and photos.
The sense of what I want to say
seems so profound and pure I find
that I can say nothing at all.
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this touches on a deep level
the poetic task is to express
the unexpessable
Sometimes there are no words. Have you tried a primordial scream?