Something I Wrote

Poem By Mal Foster

Something I wrote
was for you
a letter
torn between the tears,
I wrote it in despair
then forgot.
Today
I find your answer
in a bottom drawer.
I read it thru
and after
some eight or nine years now
your scent
still lingers
at the end of each paragraph.

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