Letters
Those love letters from the seventies
I could not bear to read again
and could not bear to throw
Those airmail forms
those tortured lonely twelve page laments
that I read and read so many times
in my cabin off Cape Town,
in Melbourne and Sydney:
So many words
So much love
But in the end
They were just ash
And I scattered them
Ashes to her ashes
First published in Mostly Welsh 2019 (Y Lolfa) p.92
