Let me talk to you:
With words, my own writ of truth
As your name in my mind.
Let this speak for me:
Of the things I’d never dare say,
Last night, and today, and perhaps tomorrow morning,
And on days and days on end
Let my poems speak to you:
Of the times I think of you–
Only when you weren’t in front of me.
That, and your smile that called for poetry.
Let this mark this night:
Of the solitude except for the memory of you
And how I pretend to talk things through-
This is what your absences do.
Let this settle in your mind,
As well as the words I left behind.
Like the little girl and her clever bread crumbs,
These words and more for your beautiful mind.