I love writing letters to you,
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
you the universe,
you the heap,
you stranger,
you -my other.
I love leaving some piece of myself to float the sea of days and years,
to be held by hands which I long to hold,
watched by eyes which have forgotten mine.
to sit at the back of some dusty drawer,
or to lay crumpled in a garbage heap.
echoing like a record skipping:
I love writing letters to you…
so when there’s no warmth remaining between us two,
some fragment remains to say,
do you remember me?
I remember remembering you.
