Letters to you

Not quite formulated,
The words, dampening while waiting-
The tip of my tongue.
Ink rubbed off- fingerprints.
Eight letters (567)
Dripping
Drying
Draining-
The veins, what's left.
 

Deafening.

The disconnect.
Desolation.
Move on to your future-pack up your past.
In boxes.
The overlap-
Inevitably an ending- I can see it
Can You?
Short change, 2 cents.
There comes a knocking-
LEAP
NOW
or forever hold your peace.