#heythisisforyou
Dear You,
I’d hope, one of these
lonesome days
when the wind is tired
and the oceans calm,
you would speak to me.A whisper, perhaps,
full of unforced syllables
and longing to hold
someone.A murmur, a mumble,
a something, that catches
your thoughts in a bottle
drifting out at sea
to me.But the air I breathe
doesn’t know it is your air
and the sounds I hear
don’t know if they are your sounds.
You are still silence to me,
quiet in me.-Me
(Source: writeletters-dearyou)
