Today I read your letters from New York
as though they contained the ocean
they crossed to reach me here
sat alone.
And when I close my eyes such images
fill my head that I find myself stood
next to you looking at the Starry
Night in wonder.
Through your words I take each tentative
step you take, I feel each rain drop,
chase each cloud until my eyes are filled
with your tears.
And so through your letters from New York
I feel closer than the miles suggest,
and follow you through your weather beaten
words.
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