letters
Matt Robinson
pages weren’t enough.
though,
in the absence they seamed.
held two parts together;
parts that had
and have
re/fused.
fabrics woven, seemlessly without-
(within?).
longing only turns
caustic; burns,
when words return.
regret becomes re-
morse,
code - a cry, a call for someone.
s.o.s.
