Meek

To Meek

i do not know how you feel.
if i was to paint it, i wonder if i should use subdued tones.
if it was in words would it be as lengthy as a novel?
should i string words like heavy, heart, broken, pieces into a sentence.
is it like the fading hum of a song about to end?

he broke your heart yet you still love him with the little pieces left.
tell me all about it a friend of a friend.
all i  know is that your name means gentle.

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flutter

my papa is singing to me on the phone.
imagine if every word to every song was written on paper and sent thru bottles or attached to the ankles of small birds.

perhaps i should write every lyric and verse that way,
then it will be strewn across the sky, and scattered across seas.
it will be drawn by the waves to the shore to reach every broken heart or dry another tearing eye.

will it soften your heart?
maybe i should envelope my smiles, but will you keep them?

my papa has stopped singing.

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igoogle

how long is forever?
i typed this using 3 fingers from each hand, i do not type like you do.
some fingers are just left there to rest.
a query in the Google search bar.
i hit enter.

i wrote you a hundred letters, not one was sent. not one published.
i know once i write about you i am defeated.

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