it was just a little story
something that you sent me years ago
you said it was the only thing that you could do for me
just to write your words
if not your feelings which hung heavy
in the deeper darker places
yet unspoken or unheard within your soul...
never mind
it's just a story, you said
I think not...but I know better
since I write poetry which
is always more than just a poem
revealing deeper things
too painful to admit. or feel....
I tried to read between the lines
assuming everything
anything
wanting just to know the truth...
see your thoughts in your own handwriting;

and I kept them all
I kept them all