You, darling, have provided the words that send me messages.
I respond constantly, a code exchange.
But, now, you have left your collections of jumbled thoughts
Behind. Drifting.
Why?
I will never understand abandoning your words.
And let them abandon mine.
The soft curves of the letters your fingers writ
Caressed my eyes. Beautiful sound of recitations echoing.
Future silence is ringing in my mind, missing the poetic visions
Before you ceased.
Our words are lovers, dear, as are we.
And I know that you will not leave us as your sweet letters have,
But mine are empty without.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
You, darling, have provided the words that send me messages.
I respond constantly, a code exchange.
But, now, you have left your collections of jumbled thoughts
Behind. Drifting.
Why?
I will never understand abandoning your words.
And let them abandon mine.
The soft curves of the letters your fingers writ
Caressed my eyes. Beautiful sound of recitations echoing.
Future silence is ringing in my mind, missing the poetic visions
Before you ceased.
Our words are lovers, dear, as are we.
And I know that you will not leave us as your sweet letters have,
But mine are empty without.
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