Anklets

When you were away

I thought I heard

Your anklets tinkle

In the darkness

And woke up startled

Did you not stop wearing them

After I told you they sounded eerie

Like in a ghost film?

In those phoneless days

The slow mail took our thoughts back and forth

And the absence was so keenly felt

That we clung to each other's words

As if our lives depended on them

The house was filled with your memories

Often tangible that I could touch them

And disappear into those days

When we first found each other

One sleepless night I retrieved your anklets

And let them walk you back to me.