A Letter To Love

Of the thousand prompts spread about

I choose to write about love

For the tiringly new millionth time

In a vain attempt to try and rhyme 

My pen floats in a sea of ink

Expressing an emotion it had never felt

Chronicling the oceans I never walked through,

The skies I never flew

In search of a breath that echoed with the one I drew

My soul ebbs with I love yous it never heard

My lips moist with kisses they never felt

My eyes reflect the dreams they had never seen

My footprints lead to places I'd never been

Above me bleeds an imaginary sky of teal

Dotted with clouds that whisper my name

My fingers trace the S.Os engraved on cedar trees

None of which were ever mine

I sit in a pool of hot tears and wonder 

If I shall ever live the tales my eyes have seen

If my pen would ever sketch out what love would look like,

What love would say

Would love be stopping for a visit

Or would love to stay?

And would the tip of my pen generously narrate

On the oceans I flew through

The skies I swam

To find the missing piece

That I had held onto all this while.