Letters to a boy,
Mark with words not said enough,
She parts with them,
Like words;
She trembles.
Letters to a boy,
She spent years of waiting, never fading
She empties out her heart,
As it spills out onto the page
Letters to a boy,
Written on the coldest night,
Filled up pages in a book,
Waiting to begin.
But the mailbox is empty,
And she’s waiting for an
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