responding to your email is like
telling you that i love you.
it is hard and i can never
get the words just right
i am sitting here looking at
your brief little note
your brief little message
your brief little touch and
warm caress of the soul
reading your email is like
hearing you say that you love me.
so i look away. i close my browser.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i need you.
it is wrong and i can't seem
to get you out of my mind.
i am sitting here staring at
my unopened browser
my unopened heart
my unopened touch and
warm caress of your soul
speaking my mind is like
condemning a guilty man to death.
so deserved. so true.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i want you.
my mind, my soul, my heart
burns with insatiable longing.
i am sitting here dreaming of
the last time that i saw you
the last time that i heard you
the last time that i felt your
warm caress of my soul.
admitting the truth is like
a dull-edged knife cutting to my core.
i am so wrong. i am so silent.
i try to think of something else.