I tried to keep all the words inside
as they each tried to fight their way out.
Soon enough, I was too weak to keep the grip tight
so I picked up my pen and let my hand lead the way
as they make their journey across the printed lines.
All along I wrote of love as I think of you
until callouses formed on my worn out hands
lending the pristine white sheets its blood red tinge.
I laid my heart out as I laid the words across the sheets,
while I gathered up all the courage that I need
to be brave enough to show them to you.
You took it gratefully in your hands
and watched as tears fall from your eyes.
Expectantly I asked what it made you think of,
hoping you understood what I was trying to say.
Then with tear stricken eyes you looked my way,
and like a blow to my heart you said...
"It reminded me of great love.
Like the one I had.
Like the one I lost."
and with a softer voice you whispered
"It reminded me of her."
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