nearly all my poems are letters to you
deeply private and personal
I am happy to let you in
the way I won't with anyone else

I will continue to write to you
until you become tired of me
until you no longer wish to read
my continuous declarations
of love and admiration

perhaps that day has already come?

does my love still reach you,
even now as the nights begin
to grow longer and the trees
turn brown and die?

can you still feel beauty or
truth in my words
when my inky eyes
no longer connect with yours?

not a moment passes
where I am not thinking of you
and patiently waiting for
the moment we reunite