Letters to impossibilities: Hope is as silent as a graveyard
I know, darling,
I know.
Nobody told you
that it’d end this way,
with a comma, a pause,
a hanging on
but never an ending,
never a farewell.
There’s no closure, darling.
You won’t find it
at the bottom of a bottle
and I cannot grow it
from the depths of an ink well.
We are as lost as the stars.
Lost in translation, explanation,
