words across silence

i’m using one of

holls

’s august poetry prompts, receiving a letter in the mail. thank you holly for posting them!

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the envelope sits,
edges worn, a whisper of
a journey unseen,
fingers tracing the ink, like a map
to somewhere familiar, yet forgotten.

i almost hear it—
the rustle of paper folded
too many times,
secrets pressed between its creases,
and i wonder what waits
inside, words tethered
to memories, maybe to longing.

opening it feels
like breaking a promise,
like tearing a part of time
that wasn't ready
to unravel yet,
and still, i hold my breath.

each sentence spills
into the next, a voice
i once knew, or maybe still do,
spilling its weight
onto my skin, leaving
imprints of the past
i didn’t know i missed.

and i fold it back,
trying to tuck away
the ache it brings,
but the words linger
like fingerprints on glass,
invisible, yet always there,
quiet and heavy.

i wonder if you'll write again—
if words can travel
that far, across this sea of silence,
finding me in places
where even i feel lost.

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