Thinking of You

What shakes me to the bone

Is that the poetry in my blood –

Dripping from my heart to page,

Filled with echoes of the love

You’ve left etched into my soul –

If it didn’t bear my name

Or the memories of us,

You’d see those words and smile

And send them to another

Who touches your heart in places

Where you never let me in.

Because I ache for you,

And you burn for her,

And what good are letters to the sea

When you have fire in your hands?