Winter is almost here
And the nights cut deeper now

I build my own altar
out of old love letters
I never had the courage to send
I set them on fire
Just to keep warm

I carry
Ambers
The holy honey
Frozen in time

I carry them
in my pockets
like coins
like spells
like seeds
They remind me
Of you

One day
I'll plant them
Call it a garden
Watch them eat the sun

Sometimes
I speak to the smoke
Of my burning letters
as if it remembers you
As if it can rise
all the way to where you are
and whisper
what I never could

I wish for you
To wish for me
To feel you
clinging
dripping like honey in combs
On my skin
(And in me)

Will i ever see you again?

Even if I don't
I'll leave the door unlocked
Just in case
your shadow finds its way back
with the scent of
Burnt paper
And something like forgiveness
in your breath