11:31

spilt ink across another page
thoughts crossed like t's and i's
that were supposed to be we's
are dotted with dread instead

dots seem easier to connect
when they are farther apart
there is safety in distance
yet a greater longing in the heart

the spaces in between grow
longer each day as the hope silently
fades away like some old memory
misplaced or a word lost
at the tip of your tongue

there is only so much to say
before the pen dries up and the ink
vanishes from the page; invisible like me
there is nothing left to save.