| With each word they tighten their fetters | letters |
| and lengthen their chains. She swipes the notes he sends her, | center |
| locked in shining sheets, somehow there | here, |
| yet always beyond reach. Still she waits | making |
| with open hands, catching coin, never knowing | love |
| the lips from which each leaf is torn – | from |
| still, she prays, where spaces stood, his letters stand – | unspanned |
| still, where once he stood, she withstands grief | seas, |
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