A Dusty Letter
Words that lie unwritten,
Might as well be dead,
Like letters that are hidden,
Never to be read.
Can you hear my whispers?
That I make behind your head,
Words, a silent murmur,
Soon to make my bed.
Were that it should happen,
On a well worn day,
You stumble on this letter,
I fear that you'll say,
Be Close with me forever,
But never in that way.
It seems that dusty letters,
Must be hid away.
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