I’ll bet you wonder why I keep that red box
high in the closet, filled with love letters,
even though, you’re right here beside me, now.
You watch, curiously, as I untie each ribbon
blushing at sharpie hearts and pretty adjectives.
You smile as I twist my hair, savoring every word,
remembering just how much each syllable meant
when we were 2,300 miles apart.