I sent a line from someone else,
or so I said,
not from myself
But every word was soft and yours,
and tugged between the nap-time scores
You said it slow,
then let it sit The sun can wait if eyes commit
You paused like you had erred before
Then turned the page and read no more
The line you read,
folded inside
A voice I chased,
but could not write
You held it up like any quote But didn't know it was my note
I laid back down,
the floor was kind I marked that hour in my book
The page you touched, the breath it took
I knew you'd never trace it back
But still I smiled between the cracks
You spoke like every name was white
And left mine just beneath the tide I let it stay,
I didn't call
A love too shy to speak at all The line you read,
folded inside
A voice I chased,
but could not write
You held it up like any quote
But didn't know it was my note