I write a word
I cut a slit
I send the message
another slit
I cry for you
One more slit
I die inside
I bleed a bit

This poem I write
Is in memory of those of times
when
Words
would
f
   l
     o
        w

from me to
- You-

and I hope you know
That with every word
every             of blood
drop

I miss you
and I miss you
and I miss you even more