A Window In My Pocket

I pushed my hand down into my pocket
And pulled forth a folded scrap of paper
A simple heart with my name
Gently scrawled in the centre
A letter of love
Given to me
A window into someone's soul
Shoved into my pocket

I lack the courage to ask who from
I lack the courage to crack the seal
I lack the courage to read the emotions painted on this simple page of white
Maybe this is nothing more than a simple letter
Maybe this is nothing more than a simple hello
Yet I know it is not
For I feel the weight of it in my pocket
I feel the fire burning deep inside it

I fear to let loose all that is inside
I fear to let myself become lost in another fantasy
I fear the inevitable scars to come

Yet I truly need to know
For this might be my love
This might be the one who I have waited so long for
This might be the absolution I have dreamed of

So tenderly
I crack the seal
And slowly open this window into another's heart
A window I am so used to peering out through
Never peering into
And I lose myself in the wave held inside such flimsy white walls...
My knees buckle...
My eyes water...
My hands tremble...
And this window closes once more as I fold it
Back into a perfect square
And push it back it down
Back into my pocket
Where it was so gently placed before.