How can a man
be worthy of thousands of words—
a poem, a novel,
or sweet love letters?

How can a young woman
pour her heart into a thousand words—
a poem, a novel,
or sweet love letters—
for someone,
a man like him,
who doesn't even care
to read any of it?

The year is ending in one month
But mine ended that one day in October

I muttered a word,
wishing you had heard,
like a simple prayer
carried on the air,
hoping you'd feel it somewhere,
full of love, soft and rare.