The Poetess Writes A Piece of Nonfiction

A realization of "I Love You".

Those three eminent words
that never seem to reach my
ears:

Fill holes in a wasted
heart. Escort a gentle

Caress. Echo like raindrops
on a tin roof. Float on
air like paper hearts in the
wind. Remove

Boundaries. End
nightmares. Make you feel
closer than you are. Mean

Nothing if they are never said.