Return to Sender

When words are all I am allowed to touch with

each one means so much

and now the texts have been erased

leaving silence

negative space

some words of mine, some second hand sighs

we arrive

now you have a record of every text we every sent

when you have taken all my sins

eyes and hands

to read my skin

I will be left with only a record

some typos and texts

so please, if it's not too much

copy, paste, return my words

pale mementos of imagined touch