I’ve written to you several times.
Words that could tear you apart.
That could make you bleed.
I’ve buried several letters, you know.
My hands reached for you,
when you were searching for someone else’s.
You held mine anyway.
Just as easily as you let it go today.
Why do you lift up my spirits?
Why do you make me believe?
Just to go.
Stay for a little longer,
Hold me till dawn comes to greet us.
My 27th Contribution to NaPoWriMo