Letter found in an imagined drawerUndated
I kept
the light
on.
The rain
arrived
without you.
At the window,
I learned
how to wait.
An invented archive of love lettersIssue 7
Everything we didn't say
What
remains.
Sometimes an erasure is not an ending. Sometimes it is another way to begin.
The words left standingA new poem
I kept
the light on.
The rain arrived
without you.
At the window,
I learned
how to wait.
An original erasure poem.
Read the gaps as slowly as the words.
There was one more sentence.
The archive does not ask whether the letter was sent. It keeps the page, the weather, and the place where a name used to be.
The paper remembers