Your Constant Admirer
I wish I could write a letter.
With curved lines across the diagonal
A haiku bordered with soft lines
Words that could save us
It would be folded again and again
A flower perhaps, or mountains,
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Maybe even a star to reflect
The bright future that shines for us
The envelope would have our names
A simple stamp in the upper left
And sealed from prying eyes
But there never was an “us”
