We open up all that we are, welcoming in a stranger with the hopes that they will become the sole resident within our hearts, and that they will do likewise for us.

We open up all that we are, welcoming in a stranger with the hopes that they will become the sole resident within our hearts, and that they will do likewise for us.
I do not even know how I should address this for your name does not exist yet upon my tongue. I read your letter every chance I get though I know every word by heart. It is all I have…your words and this feeling.
A poem of the silence in the wake of separation.
“Give me but a moment and I can highlight your every desire and give it to you, on paper of course.”