Last night I wrote you a letter
between the stars with black ink.
I thought it would be there come morning
easy to read against the bluing sky.
When I pulled you by the hand
and pointed up—nothing.
You quipped you wanted to go back to bed
and dream a different boyfriend.
I realized the earth’s orbit around the sun
moved us to a different part of sky.
Maybe next year on this date
you can read my letter
when the earth is in the right position
and the mechanics of leap year
have the planet facing the right direction
for you to read it.
copyright © 2023 Kenneth P. Gurney
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