Tuesday, December 5, 2023

#108

 An email from you so long ago

One year to the day before you died


“Your email is too long.” you said


Years now I come across this


It’s been too long since we spoke 


I transport back


Once I hiked a mountain in the snow


24 hours after I’d gotten sunburn on the beach


The wind-   The snow-   …biting my cheeks


Distances…


…between 


I miss you tonight 


Send me a long email


Please? 



~

05December2023

Markle-


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