DEAR L (1)

Dear L, 

I’m speaking to you in all the tongues I know how, 

Do you not hear the plea etched beneath my voice when I moan? 

What else do I have to do, for you to see that I’d bring the moon down, 

so we could have all night? 

How do I make you listen to the piercing sound of my heart crumbling, 

each time you draw me close, only to leave me lonely, 

…For days?