one boy and three girls frozen
in a photograph
that leaves uncaptured the warmth
of something never confessed


their hushed promises
echoed within this chamber
till the dawn of day
heralded the postman with
new letters from old lovers


the muted cadence
of a recited prayer
to the stone-deaf gods
making manifest without
the empty fervour within

This is a reprint of work originally published in The Cadaverine.

Ian Chung

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