Lost in Transit

September 29, 2012

Every singular thought,
The ones in passing, of course,
But also those late at night
When I’d stare up at the ceiling
And wonder how you’ve been.

Every smile, brought to life
Just from something you said
Or some random picture you
Took; your thoughts dangle
In space like fireflies.

Every sigh, many of them
After you spoke to me for
The first time again, every
Ounce of carbon dioxide
Exhaled carefully in.

All of these, together,
Condensate into that one
Empty envelope
That I never sent you.
But none of my words,
Because they’d just
Get lost in the mail.



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