I have nothing more to write
to you
on the
silver page
but some
tears for your eyes
perhaps moistening
letters of
reluctant words.
I carry your
love
in my broken
heart
even though
I lose
set off for
a lone journey
you think I
have keeps
a pot of
treasure
with me.
I assume the
background
dark sky
for the moon
to shine
as the
written off story.
We offer to
each other
a daily
reminder.
I cannot
write to you
about you.
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