the envelope

the night was dark

and i was cold

already tired

of seventeen. 

he stole for third

but my eyes were closed

i can't know

what it means.

the envelope

was full of words

but how could

i ever read them?

everything

somehow had changed

and it felt like

only seconds.

--

i read the story

finally.

while the lights

broke on my face.

i wept over 

the pictures

because the words

were spelling grace.

but my hope is full

and fulfilled.

at long last

i can sleep.

because bones may hurt

and heart

recedes

but Deep calls unto deep.

xx

to the girl who's hair is not black (duh). i miss you.