an over due letter to a neglected past

by dm gillis

hello Gwendolyn
I’m still living close to the park
in the same old building on Haro Street
where once we were seen

I keep my madness in a jar
now too late for you
it’s at the back of a cupboard
in case it rattles on the shelf

I’m pleased you’re still in Montreal
with your students & your prose
are they warriors in common
the way we used to be?

do they share resolutely
the lulls in their furies?
& do they cry on pay phones
on cold Saturday nights?

please write me back soon
as nostalgia always says
here it is evening
& a promised rain
has finally come