It doesn’t make much sense.
I see you all the time,
You don’t even live a mile away.
We’ve had so many ups and downs lately,
I guess I just need to pour out my soul.
I know I always tell you
When something’s on my mind,
I just can’t hold back.
But you know how I am,
And how I love to write.
I don’t quite know
If it’s letting things out,
Or examining what’s within
That appeals to me,
But something has planted me in this spot,
Pencil in hand and notebook on knee,
I can think about
So many questions drift through my mind,
But I’m sure,
Not even you could answer them.
They’re not meant to be answered.
When I cry,
Do you still close your eyes in prayer?
When I shudder,
Do you still want to hold me,
Make me still?
When I’m in pain,
Does it still cut through your heart?
And when I smile,
Do you still let go of your worries?
I tried, before, to think of some elegant words to write,
Something that you’d always remember,
Something that would touch you,
Let you know how dearly I love you,
But that poet side of me
Got shoved away.
This is more important.
This is me,
Saying I love you,
In a letter.