Here

Words form in your mouth and I speak them with my lips.

Thoughts come from your mind and I see them with my eyes.

I feel you even though we never touch.

I hear you even though I sit alone.

You hear me when you speak the words I’ve written.

You give voice to things I don’t say to anyone else.

The familiarity of loneliness seems out of place in a world so full of people.

Yet it is only when I am alone with you and my words that I don’t feel alone.

I give you little pieces and you give little pieces in return.

I come here because it feels like coming home.