Hello 1988


it’s love

that pressed

these words to paper



that put them in your mailbox


not that same love


along the crowded streets

of my youth


but a new love


in a simpler heart


by frivolous dreams


by chains of bitterness


but why

  does it take courage

      to mail a simple letter?

(there is no courage without fear)


i fear not

  the passing of time

or the waning of passion,

  the distance between us

or the differences…


i fear one possibility:

that the girl i once was

would not allow

the woman i have become

to find a place in your heart.



  we will find

that we have

  nothing more

    to learn from each other.


  we will find

we have nothing more

  to teach,


but i hope we find

  that we have the courage

to explore

  the possibilities


(to M.L.H. on the occasion of friendship rising from the ashes of passion)

Copyright 1988 Rhonda Lee Richoux

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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