Love Letters

Love Letters
Mary Willis

This is the grey house of waiting
I enter again and again,

set my chair by the window
though outside the stars drift off,
forgetful of old gold,
the music of the spheres,
humming a faithless number one hit,
Let me go

but I do not need light
to read your letters,
I know them by heart's braille:
remember the devotion of your youth . . .
you followed me
in a land not sown . . .

Soon, you whisper to me in the dark,
midnight will be stamped
a final time.

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Mary Willis
Poet

Photography by Tascha Urso