Soul Mates

The Four Years Of

Three Hundred And

Sixty Five Times Four.

One Thousand Four Hundred

And Some Thing Days

I Can’t Count.

Sense The Last Time,

Always A Last Time

That We Shared This

Prison Cell.

You Write To Me Now

Letters To Explain

Our Time Together.

I Leave Them Unopened

Box Them Away

And Now Await My Next

Cellmate.