apad 16

[bardiphouka]

Almost without thought I tear
the found letters never quite written
or sentm bit even in those days when
heart and thought could pass free across borders

Stammering starts stuttering hearts
"Bukor Tov..I am writing to mention that
I lost the edge of your thin smile
on a spurious wager with a tall ale"

"Hello, have you seen my potential? I
think I left it under the blue shirt on the
sofa you always made me sleep on
until you moved it out and locked the door."

Unforwarded mail and empty flats momento
mori. The people gone long before leaving.