She figured it out. She figured out that you were wrong, you with your wandering eye, that caused her so much pandemonium. She figured it out, but she wished that she knew what you were like all along. Yes, you, you of weak moral turpitude, you treated her badly and you did her wrong, and […]

She felt her way in the dark, yes, her with the broken heart. She felt her way in the dark, blinded by the love that she used to feel, and blinded by the emotions, that she continued to hold that tore her apart, and as her tears fell from her eyes at such a rapid […]

She cries such tears broken beauty, for she lies in discontent amidst the flowers, and the rain and in the wind, and of those who slumber eternally, and who are not remembered in any sense, she is oblivious to them, and her head hangs down so tired of such loneliness, and solitude brings little comfort, […]

Shadows, light and soft across the floor, shadows across the chairs, shadows across the doors, shadows upon the trees outside, shadows in the mind, shadows of all shapes, shadows of such beauty, and gentility and of such magnificence, shadows upon the rocks, shadows upon humankind, shadows in the heart, shadows in words, shadows of moods, […]

Shade, shadows and light, footsteps on broken glass down an alleyway, and a dog barking loudly in the night, and a man in black, carrying a knife with a look of determination, and evil in his eyes, a look of hatred, a look of bitterness, and death on his mind, headed into the darkness, headed […]

Seventy-seven eleven, at home you and me, seventy-seven eleven, our house number, the number of our home, the house with the large garden, where we climb, the tree at night, and sit in the branches, and look at the heavens, and admire the moon in its beauty, and where we stare at the stars, that […]

I was seventeen days from you, and so far away from you too, and you were so far away from the truth, and you were so uncouth, that no longer did wish to talk to you, for what good would that do, not a lot it is true, and I was seventeen days from you, […]

Seven, eleven, thirty-one, four six five, her number, call me she said, call me, anytime, she with the red lipstick in a black dress, at a social event, her with the magnificent eyes, and her with the beautiful smile, and legs that seemingly went on for miles, and me being the jaded kind, took it […]

In the Sistine chapel, and the characters about the place, and in the characters eyes that in wonder drew you to it, and then the clothing and then the face, in the Sistine chapel, and the characters about the place, and in its sensibilities, in its sensibilities that were captured in the paint, the detail […]

Send me a letter. Send me a letter please, tell me how you are, tell me how your day is, tell me what you see, and tell me what you feel, and bring some jollity to me, for this coronavirus, is depressing me, and the Postman, well, he needs the work you see.