A reader of hidden footnotes
I read between the lines
I read above them
I read around them
Sometimes I even read the unwritten,
I read your laugh
And that quiver of your lips
The smile lines
Mostly I read your eyes,
And then I read what's not there
The hopefulness of my voice
I read my intrusive thoughts
I read the readiness of my soul
I'm a reader
I mostly read love letters I never got.
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