Our truth unfurls between your fingers and your eyes dutifully draw their trained obedience across these chosen words. And while absently you might forget them, they will never forget you, not even if you burn them, as I am wont to do.

For even in their ash, their soot intimate with intrigue, the carbon of our curiosity keeps us reading, wondering if we could ever dare to trust their meaning and asking what kind of love is this? That lives inside us and craves forgiveness and acceptance.