Soon I will see through
this tree,
the world
what it came to,
and
the rain
on the patio,
that was
braille
touching
back, or x-rays
revealing
light
in the darkness
of my skull.
I loved you once,
always,
like the words in the letters
I wrote you,
pushed
back into
the night table
by your bed,
dreaming.
Isle of Hoy 