Iceland Letters
Julian Tran
Iceland letters
Watch the sun fill my face
Keep me company
As I fly far away
You in your sundress
Sand the color of your hair
Iceland letters
Keep me there
That old apartment
Space too much to fill
Tears on pillowcases
Wine couldn't still
You in the shower
Bathroom sponges soaked all red
I see your razor
And leave it on the shelf
We held each other
No care left for ourselves
Nights together
Never seemed to help
Summer's over
We go back to school in fall
That empty place
It ate us up
Years from now
We'll find comfort in the fog
Iceland letters
Help me forget it all