on paper
blue-smudged, yellow-curled of verses
lifting us in lark
of fun, light as clouds
months later,
on grieving your leaving,
we read
your letter
<dart-folded plane>
we should've been giggling
but your voice cuts
& weighs heavy as stone door
we cannot close
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson. This is a post of 44 words, with the given word, PAPER. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visits and comments.
