mailing me: to you
i kiss
every letter i send
to you.
i don’t care who else is
listening to my heartbeat.
because i only
sound real to one.
i have this,
solitude. understanding.
(emotional seclusion)
he reveals a perceived badness.
without being in visual reach.
i imagine you
in my mind;
you and i stay together.
i have
mastered. dancing on top
of tears that come quietly,
somehow. you’re listening
to sighs i don’t say.
burying my…
self. doubt breathes
through coatings of supposed.
perhaps.
i can practice
getting better at
hush…
every word to you
touches my lips
before i drop it…
i know
you are
listening. to whispers,
from my withdrawal.