I'm going to write a poem everyday until I find you.

[silhouetteofyou]

Each word
is a weight,
round and
dull like
that pebble
in your shoe.

Whenever I speak,
it's a release.

To think:
we are all
weighed down
endlessly
by the words
we've kept inside.

You are
made heavy
by all
that you've left
unsaid.

So

Keep

Talking.

You've got me
here -- don't
stop.

Shed your words
like those
pounds you've been
eyeing since last
Fall.

Soon you will be
light as seasons
shifting. Soon
you will be
weightless
and without strain.

Just talk to me.

Stand there,
look me in the eye,
and let your love
spread

like breath.