Moments stolen in moments

Marginalizing all my other time

They were- just esoteric notes

Seemingly meaningless words

Just hidden messages between us

Written on any scrape paper

Any color of ink did well

Sloppy and even artsy letters

A culminations of us, meeting

We lived like children again

Inside our unspoken language

Yet, it’s what I miss the most

Paper filled in lettered emotions

Words pointedly in their meaning

Those sudden flushed faces

What I looked forward to, hoped

Often causing our hearts to race

That which I- counted upon

You easily filled all my needs

When it came to what love means

Now- you’ve left me here…empty

Poet of the Light© 2019

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