For it is by grace alone

[pecunium]

That we get the love we get.

I was going to write you a love letter tonight.
But I was restless
and I missed you
And I knew you were
coming soon.
So I washed your sweater and
aired out your coat and
waterproofed your boots and
hung up
your pants and found your socks and
all I wrote was I love you in cotton
I miss you in wool
Come back in black
shoe polish.