I fell in love with words.
Yours, especially,
imagining them like penciled fonts
with the black tipped crown of an i,
the curves of your tongue as
you uttered blossoms of a promise.

You letters would curl through my mind,
stronger even than the lips
pressed against my forehead
sending me off to sleep,
where I dreamt of the
intricacies hidden behind
the words you'd say.

Pencil fades,
and over time,
so did you.
So instead I was left with
blotted, ****** sheets
as you erased your words
from me.