Unassuming

I have nothing more to write 
to you
on the silver page
but some tears for your eyes
perhaps moistening
letters of reluctant words.

I carry your love
in my broken heart
even though I lose
set off for a lone journey
you think I have keeps
a pot of treasure
with me.

I assume the background
dark sky
for the moon to shine
as the written off story.

We offer to each other
a daily reminder.

I cannot write to you
about you.