I read your letter again tonight
brown envelope, blue ink, white paper
and I still can't hear your voice behind the words
their simple cruelty lacked the sophistication I have seen in your eyes
their plainness was without the quiet subtlety of your voice
It was not you in that letter
but I am not surprised

I am not sure yet if I will keep it
like some scar
to remind me that for a moment I loved you
or if I will burn it
to forget you
and save my tears for someone else

Perhaps it is just as good this way
separate people, separate rooms, separate lives
there's no room for you in my bed anyway
it's filled up with memories and ghosts
and we have no time for you

AcB 03.22.01