Our hearts murmur them all.
the.
time.
quietly we often do not even know they are there.
They stay though.
It is like staying afterschool to go to jazz band practice,
when every one else makes fun of you
and never asks you why.
The secret little whisper will sometimes flutter upwards and outwards,
you are quick, though.
the words get only as far as
a scrawled scribbling located on the back of an old receipt,
then, slipped it into a small envelope,
and tucked into your backpocket,
still
you hope, or muster the courage to hope that
someone might ask why you carry a wad of envelopes in your backpocket.
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