my dear:

so many of my letters begin this way
and end in the same way
unanswered
like the questions of an inquisitive child.
but you know what they said about the pen
that he is the toughest slave
bearing it all in silence
reading of a love he shall never partake of
so i shall pick my pen and write to you again
and hope that in your lovely way you shall
show me that
you
too
are a master of this slave
that does not speak.