that crumpled
white sheet of paper
that you found on your bed
that you threw away
had my heart written on it.
i won't blame you
for thinking
the paper was blank
because, i know
when i was writing that letter
my pen
was weeping tears
fine,
your eyes din't see
those letters in tears.
but tell me,
when your fingers felt
the cold dampness of that paper,
didn't your heart
feel the sting in my eyes?
