Shall We Drink?

Thought 179, an erasure poem by Drew Myron

Dear You,

The days wear on, and I think of you often. 

Are you healthy, happy, well? 

We are doing the best we can, feeding heart and mind with memories and wine, trying to find light in dark days. You know how it is. You do what you can do. 

We find solace in small things: walks, talks, bike rides, sun and snow. I read and write. We forget more. Quiet lives. 

I don't have much to say these days. It's not sadness I feel, though this letter has taken a tone — but maybe it's a grey day in late winter and a sense of resignation has taken hold. You must know this feeling too, a suspended state that tilts toward acceptance but with a resistance that pulls away.  

We hope to travel again, to see you soon & hold you close. Though the heart strains to contain the world, we have not forgotten how to love.

Love, 
Drew

Thought 179:

Shall we drink? 

My dear friend, 
I have misjudged time!
My friend, I have opened 
my heart, weeping.
Shall we drink? 

— Drew Myron 

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