if you say,
i miss you,
enough,
it starts to sound like the alphabet.
if i say,
i miss you
to myself enough,
eventually it will overflow onto your lips when you get close enough
to ******* smile,
and breathe my air.
we speak our own language,
of unrequited feelings
we trade for endless
'what if''s.
for as long as i've known your name,
my mouth has been practicing
how to perfectly say,
'i love you'.

a.m.