Thank you for giving me the time to write back properly.
I woke up this morning thinking about
how long I’ve kept these words to you,
trying to translate or perfect them
and hundreds of drafts in between,
but I got so wrapped up in these strokes and the miles of ink,
I almost forgot that these were never meant for me.
So sorry that I’m late, but
-I miss you
-How are you?
Just maybe not in that order.
Even though it’s 8° in Lenox, Mass.,
I am warmed by the thought of your kindness
and the fact that you already know all of this already.