Poem For The Inside Of Your Wallet

Poem By Val Morehouse

It is my address on the blank
envelope of your absence.
No sorrow. No regret.
Like most of them you have come and gone.

Yet, my days brim with light enough to
pour this white cup of quiet.
Drink, and it will taste of
something familiar,

Honey and salt, tears and laughter enough to fill
white silence with a smile.

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