Confide in Me

Salty memories 

heightened emotions 

tearing her eye line 

before contact with arid lips.

Her snivels were blips 

like lost words 

longing for a pen 

and I called her Diary.

She scribed with me, 

everything that wasn't 

dear to her heart and we 

filled the first page.

Hollow was my hurt 

in my chest, weightless 

as she was no burden 

while she penned her grief.

—JG