A letter to my unknown lover
Dear,
There is so much love stored in my bones,
love I am rarely given credit for.
Perhaps, if I ever find you,
I will finally have somewhere to place it.
I will give it to you,
all of it,
my love.
Sometimes I wonder about you.
If you will ever become real,
or remain only a silhouette my heart insists on believing in.
Either way, you live within me already,
a fragment of my mind,
a tender piece of my heart.
I promise you that.
I bite my tongue before it betrays me,
and swallow words that were meant to be spoken,
sharp words that cut on their way down.
I hate the taste of that pain.
I truly do, dear.
When I finally find you,
can you be all ears,
and let my weary tongue finally heal?
I crave you more than anything.
I ache for the day you move through me,
lingering the way light lingers on skin at dusk.
And when you finally trace the outline of who I am,
I hope you recognize
that I have been waiting for you
in every restrained breath.
Long before I knew your name.
I know you will be fluent in me.
My love.