I have not yet decided how I should address you
Darling seems too trite
and I have never called you by your name.
I shall write
without any address.
You have never read my poems
yet you do demand one from me
a poem rhymed, in a rhythm untried.
A poem I shall write to you today
for you to read
as you sit by your window
after a day’s hard work
listening to the evening
whisper my words of love.
It’d be better if you had come to visit me
from across the seven seas
sailing on the waves unknown.
You could leave when you pleased
given us a few moments of silence
when you would read my poem in my eyes
and I would look into yours
to hear you say ‘no it isn’t what I wished you to say.’
I shall wait till the sand slips no more
from beneath my feet
as I would stand at the strand
looking out across the twilight
into a horizon that would lighten up again.
We would bathe in a new dawn
hand in hand
pairs of feet walking down together
the air fragrant with promises of a tomorrow
blowing across your face.
The sun has set.
It is time to say goodbye.
This letter needs not arrive at any address
So I have not written an address on the envelope.