I wrote you a letter
Not with pen, but with breath on glass,
Where my longing fogged the silence
Between your world and mine.

Each word, a whispered echo
Of the nights you live inside my ribs
A cathedral of unspoken touch,
Where I kneel before your absence.

I folded the paper of my soul,
Sealed it with the gravity of your gaze,
And sent it on the wings of hours
That refused to move without your name.

I wrote you a letter
Because I could not unlove you
Even in stillness, my heart
Keeps writing where you once touched.

You are the ink that stains my sleep,
The unwritten vow in every pulse.
If love is a language,
Then let this poem be fluent in you.
8.06.2025