Why did we love the cemetery when we were in love?
I write to ask him twelve years later—

What became of my lucky elk tooth I gave you?
I write to ask him—

Twenty-two years later
I track his address down—it is his wife’s—

I return his mouth harp—are your children too old for it?
All my moving I never lost it—

What kind of an answer is silence?
Sealing the envelope I ask him—