LOVE LETTER
by Raquel - Dieguez, Brazil
They are
only forgotten words
of a foreign language
on a tissue-like paper,
Written and addressed to you.
Only those very words
(in ink that’s white)
would tell you my feelings,
Written with shut eyes
They could not return to sender
Because my name would be missing
They need not return to sender
Because I’d be right there with you
And if you could not read
the white, foreign or unwritten
You’d come back to me and ask
I’d still have my eyes shut
But I’d remember the words
And I’d repeat them back to you.
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