You don’t see my lips move as I whisper-sing to the wind
And try to breathe pure sunshine. I clasp my hands
Around my prayers, and ask that you were here
So we could both drown in silence.

I only want to stand next to you for a while.
And maybe, if that wasn’t enough,
I’d let you hold me in the palms of your hands,
And I’d trace along your life lines.

Show me that you know what I’m not saying.
I’d write you the most beautiful love letter,
But the meaning gets lost between the subjects
And predicates of these compound-complex sentences.

So let’s throw out my ink and my notebooks
That I can stop trying to write it all out
On a page that you would never end up reading anyway.
Dance with me.