Yours is the letter I cannot will myself to pen.
I fear the contents will be too vast, the envelope too weak to seal.
I fear the words will be too heavy, the postage too expensive to afford.
This ink is laden with the breach of silence that has been my years since you.
Shouts are scribbled over pages.
Allow me undo the fictionalized rendering of my life without you.
When the block is lifted and your vision turns my slanted words into an emotion,
I have only this request:
Write me back.
Sophisticating the Rudimentary 