You Spoke

The words you spoke

Were

Quiet and

Choppy.

Hushed,

Nervous,

And to

The

Point.

The words you wrote

Were

Poetic, excessive, captivating.

The words you wrote for me

Were alive, living, breathing entities.

Always something new,

sustaining itself.

Every sentence was sharp,

Pinpointing their way into

My heart, which I thought was yours.

And soon,

Your words were more

Than words to me.

And my breath picked up

And my smile returned

And then

You spoke.

And all

Was quiet

Again.