A tiny piece

    Slowly unfolding the one tiny piece
of paper. There holding one name. Even
to this day, finds me shaking in my
own skin.

    The fire that melts mh blood. The
sighs that find me tight inside my lungs.
Oh how I just whisper who it was.

     A faded memory. Seems like decades
ago. Yet only minutes erupt the vivid
flooding of glittering, glazed smiles.

     Entertaining the hidden sparkles
deep within me. Oh dare I voice the
name? Oh never. One sigh, I exhale.
One more inhale before I shut the door
to that opened file. Once more the case
left unclaimed.

    Another day turns and the wreckage
within my body folds into the nearest
compartment. Flashes of yesterday
holds then I turn away.

    One more hope I wipe away. Place
upon a shelf. Repeating in my mind,
"That is me of years passed."

     No more does the crying hold my
eyes alert in the darkest night. Ah no
longer do I crave for you to hold upon
my lips nor do I desire the depth of
hugs.

      Indeed in my dreams I see the
smiles. Inhibited but now silence greets
me. Indeed all I can do is whisper the
hellos. In hopes you hear. Love me
for them.

      Begging for reality to reach the
same as the dreams, without harshness.
Just once I want to know I was loved by
you. Just once, please.

                         Maybe.

      Why? The saying of your name
finds deep roots. Mind. Memories.
Caring.

     One day, yes, you will say it. Mean it.