she told me remember
draw the blinds
when the light fades write soon
a letter on fine paper
the sun came out the clouds
in your half script blown
away by a cold new wind
years ago remember
the minty taste of a stamp
mercurial it seemed to melt
and curl at the corners
and the light changed remember
press down hard at the edges
or it might slip away
(c) 2020, by Hannah Six
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