each letter he wrote he meant her to read
yet could not tell her each one was for her
like now as he fashions this new response
to an overture she did not intend
he fancies her holding these lines to her
mind and knowing the true conversation
he imagined had gone on between them
so entangled in his troubles of love
he cannot discern a separation
between one skein of yarn and another
in order to knit a coherent tale
where the nothing which flows between them both
solidifies into a mutual
understanding of truth and his desire
(September 6, 2014)
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