You are on a train
somewhere out of reach.
There is a point in which
love is not an option.
It is either when the house
collides with the street
or the sirens stop howling
for good.
I miss the warmth of
lying next to someone
whose heart I have broken,
whose neck I have kissed
more than once or twice.
Is this what you call
a beautiful letter?
This is surely a
lighter branch
of literature that is
bound to break
under my weight.
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This poem was inspired by the idea of belles lettres which were taught, amongst other academic subjects, by Adrian and Theodore of Tarsus, known for his reform of the English church and establishment of a well-known and highly praised school in Canterbury.
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