And now we write
The day away
Concluding it
Where it shall stay
Remain as but a fragment
Of what recollections
Happen
To be worthy of remembrance
In my preservation habit
Of a life no one
Need ever know
Yet still compelled
To something show
The glow of my lucid shadow
And even if
The only one
Who sees it is
What I've become
At least I find some solace
In believing it is found
By the erstwhile selves
Whom in which dwells
These letters
Leather-bound