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A Letter
Dearest friend, so paper-bound,
With words to lend, said without sound,
Elaborate now, for I cannot ask
The why or how, oh such a task,
But be thankful my patience is sincere,
For truly, I’m grateful for having you near.
Your skin is so slick, at the tips of my fingers,
Oh the longing is sick, but my smile still lingers.
These emotions I feel, oh I know they’re taboos,
But from your skin I read real black-lettered tattoos,
And with these things all said, well I cannot respond;
My words remain earthbound, too shy to move on.
My timid thoughts work in shadows, they flicker so fast,
My mind hung on the gallows, forgotten my past,
And yet sweet words I remember, chilling your curse,
As it’s nearing December, and the longing grows worse.
And what petty cliché; truly this, Love, is low,
But in a way, the truth’s all that we'll ever know.
So you restate your words, as I read them again,
The distance absurd, with you here in my hand,
But I must say goodbye, you know it is true,
For we can’t tell a lie, it‘s simply not what we do,
And so I must begin the end, and answer you clearly,
“Goodbye, dearest friend,” I write back, “I love you, sincerely.”
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