My tongue traces the edges of another envelope
and I wonder if this is as close as I'll ever get.
Comparing your lips to these strips of glue to mark my desperation,
I seal in the last of my excerpts of life,
scribed on lines of post-consumer recycled dreams.
Pieces of bigger pieces, never enough to be made whole.
My inspirations were returned to sender,
So I'll send you this last string of my heart for you to pull on or clip
With no return address. I'll never have to take it back again.
Author notes
Title prompt. 
A contest entry
- I'm screaming these lies -- Titles & Options. by Mister Mattia.
700 points, ended August 29, 31 entries
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