Flipping through the pages of a fading memory,
Ragged edges, curling inward,
I’m searching for the letters, and the rhythm
When assembled, they become a beacon to your shores.
This thing in me is designed
Not to tell you that I miss you,
Not to say I need you here,
But to let you know that I know what it was.
The letters that might melt together
Spin a silk of sweet reflection
Seen clearly in my mind.
That of who you are to me, and what I see in you.
Line after line, they swell and overwhelm.
These symbols, meaning nothing on their own.
Carried into the realm of passion, by a pair of ruby wings
These love letters.
I need a shorter, faster, deeper way to say
Not that I love you, not that I need you here,
But that I understand that something here