I've written letters on my tongue
& slid them into the envelope
Of your mouth.
Anticipation surmounts to when you'll
Have time to sit down & read one.
Every letter feels if I've stretched
You out and written on you with
A feather.
Letter after letter, across the country
& more.
Whether whispered in your ear
Or whispered in other places
They are filled with chapters of things
I've never told you.
How I'll remember you & things
I hope you'll never forget.
If by chance you've missed one
You'll find it when time comes you move.
You'll come across it & remember
Every little piece of me
That's been given to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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