How many times
have I read your words
and
found myself crying
wishing openly
to claim them to my heart
to ink my replies
with kisses
to love them not merely like them
how often have others
seen yet unseen
their meaning
and yet I know them
I have felt them
longed to acknowledge them
openly
yet no not now not yet
for this is not the times for tears
as I once more
read again your words.