Maybe I’ll just write it all in a letter,
The words I
have inside will spill out
In my scratching of cursive and print,
Instead of type.
Will you get it?
I’ve no idea.
Will it be to you, addressed at all?
What will
it imply?
Questions and answers—
Of us?
You and I?
You or I?
Love will fall upon each line.
Feelings held in, feelings known.
Truths
Open doors
Wide flung windows,
From my soul to yours.
I’ll write you a love letter,
Like the notes we used to pass—
But this
will have more to it,
Than the two teenagers in the past.
My heart will bleed through the ink,
Staining the paper black,
And to you
who is always on my mind,
I hope it will tell all
And more,
While pining for its reply.
