Letters to Maria Coryaté: Part XVII. [Postcard, Memphis: June 29th, 2015]
Maria–
Suns and Moons
I’ll start as your sun,
and you start as my moon.
I’ll burn so brightly
that you burn like a sun.
Then, when I fade to cinder,
you’ll reflect off me.
Hope you like this one, ‘cause it may be the most romantic poem I’ll ever write.
–Patrick
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