I saw your note,
it was tucked away for me to read,
folded in my thoughts.
You didn't say much,
but you didn't need to.
I felt our story in your short words.
I felt a love only you and I know.
I felt a smile,
and I felt a familiar but different
definitely different,
pain.
I felt for your own feelings,
how you ask not much of me,
how you see me and can't,
though you try, to stay mad,
and I ask why I make it so hard to be had.