Distance Between Words
Just to be sure I read his letter again
There was no hint of any obvious pain,
Though I sensed some things unsaid
It wasn't anything in particular he said.
The distance between his words spread
And sentences read like averting dread,
Not loud enough for me to hear his sigh
Not sad enough for me to utter a cry.
Though scent of letter courted fragrant air
Aromatic smell was curiously unfamiliar.
I did spot an attempt at overt disguise
It wasn't the most blatant effort to lie.
His epistle grew a bit strange and unknown
The return address he used was his own,
But postal stamp showed he was with her
In her home town when he mailed the letter.
October 13, 2017
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