Letter from Paris



I found an old letter in a box
The kind of letter nobody writes anymore
It had been opened and neatly replaced in its envelope
Written in lovely script
A love letter to an American woman from her former lover in France
“Tu me manque,” the letter said.
I miss you.
My grandmother had never spoken of this man to me
But I know she hadn’t forgotten him
His picture lay next to the letter
He was young and handsome
Like Jean-François
Whom I hadn’t thought about in years
We had said Adieu on Pont Neuf that night
While other lovers kissed, we cried
With quiet, unshed tears
And now those almost forgotten memories
Have been revived
By an old letter that I’d found
In a box


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