Where would we be by now Walking out You glanced Your eyes met mine with silence We both starred. Our first meeting You were alive, again. As your assumptions greeted confirmations I sat waiting for you to speak a word Slowly lingering from each movement of your tongue. You were alive, again. Breathing a different air. Next to mine We kissed with our breath. As we both said hello. Not once did your eyes stray. I was caught. We met minds on paper before this. Made love between lines Constrained and separated In different locations Yet intertwined We were selling our souls With each letter. Hoping to meet passion Face to face. Way before you licked The stamp. Sealed The envelope. Before you found my existence. And ascribed your thoughts in desperation For a voice. I know we crossed paths twice before. In another lifetime. Our souls just weren't present Our hearts weren't open Our minds had yet to greet each other With curiosity. Correctly Passionately Truthfully And where would we be If all things were different Woven on trust in the consistency of each movement Honesty has become a game of ask and tell Truth and dares are sealed within each anticipated letter And if left to long Ink grows fonder Throwing away "please don't write me" anymore Having scribed "I'm mad at you" a thousand times with my heart All because a holiday delayed our love. We, you and i Making pages echo So that others around read with envy a prize possession Everyone soaks in our beauty Mail time becomes literary orgy's That I don't mind. Let us drift to free space Travel the world through images and scents. My photographic memory Sealed within fragments For each day you have served Our love will last another Writing volumes Exchanging vowels and consonants We have created our own alphabet Dictated by emotions. But nothing compares to that single moment. When eyes touch Silence with presence Name to face Soul to soul We stood speechless For every letter wrote Now meant nothing. Yet everything. And so what If I could break you away For we have already spent time removing obstacles Ganesh like- Mentally Would things change? How would we vocalize our love? Giving life to letters, who now see death? Warm smiles met with envelopes Now greeted with hugs and hold me. What would we become? If the mail man quit delivering hope? And your ink ran out of motivation If things were so much different What's the chances we would be too. I'd rather things remain And I fall in love with the alphabet over and over Or have flashbacks of your smile How we crossed the universe To inhale next to each other. And with each silent moment I can feel you Next to me.