A library of your love

And should you ever happen to leave

Or in whatever case it is me,

I’ll always have the words.

So many words dipped in ink

Filled only with your scent.

So many words with so many

Letters huddled together

In your eloquent sentences.

So many words including all

 The whispers and longings

You drew on the surface of my skin.

So many words we exchanged

Without even giving them

The privilege of voice.

And so many words will always

be with me because once you

were with me.