I would have written you a letter,
Scrawled in black ink across the pale page.
Scrawled in black ink across the pale page.
But alas, I did not want you to
Read too deep
Into my choice of seal.
It is an “X”
In dark, red wax.
Sealed with a kiss
From my own rouged lips,
Just like you once were.
Just like you once were.
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I am well aware that I didn’t post a blog for last Sunday. Take this as my apology. I don’t write poetry very often these days. I do however write a lot more letters.
x N