I wanted–meant to tell you the other day,
the words tickling the edge of my throat
but my tongue tripped and stuttered,
and suddenly robotic I could not speak.
Utterly unable to utter the words as if
I couldn’t understand the language.
The reality much dumber, I was simple stricken.
so I wrote you a letter describing you,
drawing your beauty with my words, and
tracing your shape with silent syllables.
The keyboard keys clicked on and on,
until my fingers were consumed in cathartic
release but still I didn’t say what I wanted to.
I finished the letter, printed it and signed it
with my name, and with bold red ink bleeding
my hopes and dreams unto the pristine paper
I penned, P.S. I love you.