J.

I often wonder how you look,

How your voice would say my name;

How sunlight lingers in your smile,

And if you ever… feel the same.

I giggle as I read your letters,

Wishing you were within my reach.

I could've leaned upon your shoulder...

Should I, or shouldn't I, wish?

Would I have recognized you in a crowd,

Or passed your shadow by?

Would your voice hold all the warmth

Your letters can't deny?

The letters that folds into my days

Like sunlight through a pane.

A stranger shouldn't feel like home—

Yet somehow, you remain.

I wonder if we ever meet,

Beyond the lines of ink,

Would I be all you've dreamed of—

Or less than you might think?

I wonder if we'd sit in silence,

As strangers often do.

Or would you steal the quietness away,

The way you always do?