I tie the letter around the neck
of my imaginary owl and release him —
of my imaginary owl and release him —
hoping he comes back alive
with one green sprig
He returns with an unopened
letter because it's impossible
to find trees growing
in salty places
to find trees growing
in salty places
I break the seal and read --
pretending to be
the intended
recipient
If we could replay
the regrettable past
the regrettable past
I'd bookend a repair
to restore order
to this jumbled mess
to restore order
to this jumbled mess
we made
I'd talk to you like
you're someone I love
I'd finish by
holding you tight
The old zero sum game
magically morphs from
one or both of us losing --
to both of us winning
a future to prize
I do
I do
I do
miss your light
