can't believe those days
when we wrote real letters
on paper, in ink, folded, given over to strangers
who promised to reach them, sent to fly
long desires and longings deeply pressed
into the etchings and spills of ink
sometimes indecipherable words
sometimes unthinkable notions
all forgiven in the effort of the written
for the time i found to pen the words
to tell you what you came to mean to me
to tell you details, outline, hurrying the telling
before the ink or paper or time runs out
what if our luck ran out?
what if I revealed that what was not to be
when I pondered reasons we shouldn't even be
but inexorable my writings my need to tell
to reveal every etching on my mind, my skin, my life
i wanted nothing but to tell you and have you
with the knowledge that you would have it all
can't believe how you laughed at me,
at my earnest request for you to see me as I were
at my documented list of sins, omissions and faults
my proclivities for madness, impulses, this temper
yet you laughed and i sat in surprise, stunned
how mad is this man i thought, reckless to a fault
claims he loves imperfection, just clueless
but then i fell in love again and again...
---
reena
2/28/17
when we wrote real letters
on paper, in ink, folded, given over to strangers
who promised to reach them, sent to fly
long desires and longings deeply pressed
into the etchings and spills of ink
sometimes indecipherable words
sometimes unthinkable notions
all forgiven in the effort of the written
for the time i found to pen the words
to tell you what you came to mean to me
to tell you details, outline, hurrying the telling
before the ink or paper or time runs out
what if our luck ran out?
what if I revealed that what was not to be
when I pondered reasons we shouldn't even be
but inexorable my writings my need to tell
to reveal every etching on my mind, my skin, my life
i wanted nothing but to tell you and have you
with the knowledge that you would have it all
can't believe how you laughed at me,
at my earnest request for you to see me as I were
at my documented list of sins, omissions and faults
my proclivities for madness, impulses, this temper
yet you laughed and i sat in surprise, stunned
how mad is this man i thought, reckless to a fault
claims he loves imperfection, just clueless
but then i fell in love again and again...
---
reena
2/28/17
