"Dear," by Suze

i would never write to you—     

you would never read it.

A piece of me, collecting dust 

on your sticky sinless hands.

One more day would have been a lifetime

to me, existing at your feet.

If i had only grown wings, 

hidden

by the secret garden—beneath the orange tree

The shade i sought before you found me 

and drowned me in your sunlight, exposed 

my ice cream bleeding heart melted in your hands

Two days in the world,

Two hundred into the earth.

Crimson footprints cemented on the floor— 

A piece of me 

perfectly folded in the pocket of your jeans

You will not read me. I never wrote you.

With love,

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