Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith.

Love letter

My only love letter
is an unused map,
but when you come back,
I’m miles away, still finding home.

Your sweet touch shakes me,
the cool touch of my forehead
against this plane fills me.

I need to feel the shaky ground
roll beneath, watch the landscape
melt from my window, rocked asleep
along country rails.

I want to love you
like I love this world
but she cries for me,
she calls for me.