Thin As They Are

thin is the paper that holds these words about love
and thinner still that strains under the heavier words of trust
this paper almost transparent
a veil
actions and in-actions shine right through
and I can see
how the ink bleeds

on the back
one blot
a bird
some stranger
a crow
singular
uncaring
a taker

this can’t be you
these words could not
bleed out this
truth

I look to the window
a soft breeze is blowing
there is the sweet smell of rain
and something
new

a wind might come
sweet and soft
and blow
these papers away
they would lift up so easily
thin as they are

and I will let them
go