I wrote you a note,
because you know I stumble
over my words sometimes.
Left it on the counter
right next to your pills.
That way
I knew you wouldn't miss it.
I even sealed it with a kiss- Grit
your teeth for the remorseful parts.
Skip to the end
where I signed it with invisible ink
and one or two blinks
of the eye.

You know I have a tendency
to try to exchange meanings
in so much more than a few words.
Words only scratch open
the nagging wound
and it can't heal.
Sometimes it feels so surreal
when you're across the room
from me
and I communicate with just my eyes.
Some see
the swirl of browns
like autumn came early.
But only you,
only you and I
have an unspoken understanding.