I wanted to be different
to be able to
hold back somehow

to look like a different
world- a new
flower.

But I was still the
same. Inside, outside

You were like an owl
covered in wise
feathers, drenched
in sadness
licked with a coat
of happy
regret

All my heart
went into your
arms and I
fell down the
mountain again.

We've got
to stop writing
These Letters.