They're not the beautiful voices of mythology
who trap sailors with sweet cadences, no...

Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...

While I was gone, you wrote a letter titled...
I was not aware that on the edge of tomorrow...

You captured the grace of stars,
storing their luminescence in the basement...

My driveway hasn't held a mailbox
in years, I think some construction...

You look lovely on a page -
peppered in ink and promise...

Here, I am the little prisoner,
hunched over a cherry wood table...

I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...

I hadn't thought of you all day,
and suddenly one ludicrous message...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

I'm looking forward to
you. And that's why I...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...