This is so beautiful.

Letter Smuggled In A Fish
Yuan Chen

Your letter unfolds and unfolds forever.
I flatten it with my hands to read:

tearstains, tearstains and a trace of rouge
where it must have touched your cheek


Can’t sleep. Still thinking about you anyhow.

Yuan Chen

I daydream, melancholy at the windowsill—
memories I will never tell—

our passion is the late night hours,
our tearful goodbyes at dawn.

Mountains and rivers divide us,
I’ve given up hoping for rain.

Divided, I dream of you today—
I even embrace the pain.