William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Between Us

An exchange of letters, perhaps? Postcards? Wishes? Dreams? Or what shall it be? Autumn leaves?

 
Between Us

Walking in the mist reminds me that wherever I go

my face arrives before me,

so that when we meet again, love,

my secrets will all have been revealed.

      .

            .

      .

.

And then

            will I

      be healed . . .

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