Letters to Strangers

PART ONE

For B

Days pass like dripping icicles.

I never knew how to love you right.

I still think about Apollo,

And your DVD collection

And your eyes.

Part of me wants you to meet my son

Because friendship was never hard for us,

Only the messiness of dating.

There are so many things I hate you for,

But I still need to say sorry.

I was never perfect either.

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