Tuesday, September 4, 2012

9/4/12

Dear Papa,

When we left, I woke up to a sky full of stars and a
porch full of roses, peachy in the yellow glow of
a lamp on the wall, and I
never breathed air so thin and sweet,
crisp on my cheeks, and our
house,
our street, kissed me goodnight,
good morning,
goodbye.

I left behind nothing, nothing,
everything.
Clean space, clean slate,
empty white walls,
like the ones I found here.

I'm filling them up,
photographs smile and
a calendar hangs.

In the darkness, eyes closed, I see only those stars,
and smell only those roses.



Love,
yr daughter






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