Nine thousand miles

Nine thousand miles

handwritten letters
straining my wrist
sealed with drops of
sorrow

arrive at your door
crisp as the day
we met by the field
that smelled of cut grass

pages folded in twos,
fours, holding the stories
waiting to be read
by the one
they were meant for

encounters and
quarrels
hopes of meeting
again

wrapped in the
envelopes which pile
one on top
of another ten

chapters that count
the days it takes
to close
nine thousand miles

- Nauwar Shukri

Thank you for dedicating this to Paco and I.

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For the ladies xx

dear Paco,

I don't know what you're feelings are exactly at the moment, but I think I can have a good guess.
I of all people would understand how hard times are right now.
And we fear for the worst,
we fear of what we'll become,
and we fear of what we'll be without.

"Well you only need the light when it's burning low 
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow 
Only know you love her when you let her go"

This is for him and I hope he knows it.

xx