There must be a pool of lost envelopes lying around somewhere,
or perhaps a mountain of them
piled up
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlosses
unread letters hoping to find a way back
to their founding post office or intended home;
preferring the latter.

The burden of one another carving creases
chewing unread sentences
aching to settle on lips of fingers
meant to cause the creasing

The desire to be swallowed
by a grief less
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtongue.