Letter to Sammy

there’s a lot of love
in this letter

find it
it’s here in the paper

feel it
as you run your fingers
across the whiteness

rip into it with your fingernails
do the edges ravel

will it come apart
with water
sweat, or spit
the only things you have
left

does it taste like love
is there a scent
an essence

speak to it
tell it to melt, to bleed for you
it is only paper

trust me
there is love here
in this letter

one word
for every skipped beat
of your heart