#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

You see, they attempt to trick me.
They do their very best to cloud my judgement.

Like there's something I should be aware of, like it's not a handshake, or a friendly pat on the back.

See darling? the letters feel like a hug.

They feel like a warm embrace, like you're being gentle with my heart.

Your notes are the only thing I have, indeed. I wait for them like I wait for the feeling spring brings, the...