when I am gone
when you leave
this land of ice
write to me;
a simple note of longing
will suffice
the dimming sky
enfolds the earth,
the candle of the sun
burns low
your papered thoughts
will make my winter hours
seem less slow
soon I shall find
the letter here
walk to my bedroom,
close the door.
write to me
remind me that there was
a time before