lucy

i wrote to you by candlelight
and when i spoke
fucking christ
my sound waves bounced off of you
like music

you didn’t have to talk
but 
if you 
did
i could
close my eyes
stretch my arms
reach
out
and touch you
just to read you 
with my fingers
they would dance
across your skin
and i'd know
all i needed to know

one night
simply one
let me get that
photograph