Love Notes From The Grave
My eightieth birthday.
I find your photobox
In it are fifty seven love notes you sent me over the years.
One man
One direction
I never realized
You wrote so many
So you knew everything
Me tring to understand
So alarmist in my fashion
I say each time
“What do you mean!”
And I don't understand you
But they are love letters all the same.
Such lies at the same time
A double shot at the bar
Rest in peace my love
I know they are all over the house still
Tucked in books
Under the laundry hamper floor board
From beyond the grave
You send your final transmission.
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