I fell in love with words because I was suffocating
My raging heart could let loose
All the complexity of feeling, thinking, wondering
I fell in love because my throat would swallow my voice
I saw faster than I could speak, and I saw a lot
People and being misunderstood, remain a common feature
With age. I've stopped trying to be gotten
Laying it all out between the lines

Dearest,

How do I find the words? For the longest time now, I have sung them instead. It is easier to sing. But before I start, I must tell how much I enjoyed our time spent this week, before you were pulled into the obligations of your life. Kids, wife, a job you rush to in the morning, and leave at sunset. I try to imagine myself in this world, but can’t. Even those words