Affection On My Fingertips

The 14th love letter to my, Twin Ray.

To hear you say “I love you” is strangely distant to me. I have never once thought that words could be piling up and that my stomach knot itself in distress.

I look past the dawn and see the sunrise on the horizon. You are gone, but I’m still here waiting for you to appear like a shooting star I can wish upon.

I don’t fight in a war, but why do this feels like I am battling? Emotions disrupt my peace and exceeding numerous time from nowhere. I guess I can’t hide them under the rug and call it a day, I can’t utter the words “Please, don’t go,” without feeling lost in silence.

The beating of the heart is spelling out your name, and I have it on my tongue. My mind makes poetry each night before bed, and upon the morning when I wake up, the words of affection still linger on my fingertips.

My typewriter will say it all if you ever care to ask. Just my words dancing through the pages and my feelings as vibrant as the colors of autumn.

With love,
Amara T. Lam