March 2012

A love letter in your absence

Dear lover, I can only use words to touch you, my hands cannot reach

past the kilometers that separate us in time.

I wait, but at least I do not wait in the vanity of emptiness,

not knowing who you are or for whom I wait.

I do not imagine you with the imagination of a writer of fiction.

I do not conjure up a heroine suffering long to meet a lover off to war,

separated for some worthy cause.


Our love is not the victim of some conflict needed as the recipe for