Love Letters


My hands

work away.

A willful slave

to what I create.

I step back

at the end of the day

to see what I have made.

It is a love letter.

I wake,

long before the day.

Clean my body,

wash off the decay.

And when I look in the mirror

the face that looks back says,

it’s a love letter.

I know the pain,

the fears we can’t escape,

the uncertain moments

that try to overtake

our minds every single day,

but they’re just love letters.

I leave these little notes for you,

hidden from view,

until the time is true.

When I am called home,

etched into my bones

will be another love letter

for you.



DJR – 2023

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