You don't deserve my tears,
but I cannot stop crying.

We discovered that this thing is a date.
Thank God.

His body is covered in words.
From head to toe.
Etched into his palms.
Blanketed his chest.
Down his thighs and
around his rib cage.
They are everywhere.
His body is the canvas for
Every word and phrase he has ever spoken.

Rain.
It.
Big.
Blanket.
Her.
Finger.
Like.
Leaf.
****.
S­aid.
Cat.
I.

Millions upon millions of words
Carved in 2 point font.
They just appeared.

Every word he has ever uttered.
There is no shying away, no hiding.
They are there.
Forever.
Some make him proud.
"I'm glad I said that at that moment at that time at that place to that person."
Some make him sad.
"I regret that I said that at that moment at that time at the place to that person."

Words make up his body.

They shape it.
They define it.
They build it.

and together,
they form his story.

I have been challenged to write my story.
It's beautiful.

And suddenly,
it dawned on me.
My lack of feeling.
It was because
He wasn't You.

'Soon it will be over,'
she said into the silence.

Only when you can't sleep
do things begin to unravel.