A letter from you smiles back at me
from a worn envelope on my desk.
I wrote you back at the coffee shop.
The barista called your name
And I watched someone else claim it.
It felt so foreign in someone else's mouth,
like tinfoil on her tongue.

I wrote you a letter in every overheard conversation about love,
In every time I swore I saw you in my sleep,
And every letter begins with your name,
The epigraph of my heart.