Initials

your initials are the letters I sneak into my textbooks let slip in the middle of conversations say over and over until they sound like different letters write on the back of my novels I play with in my head bounce them around like they were tiny balls happy, sad, angry, frustrated; bounce them everywhere and this does not mean I still pine for you it does not mean I cry at night thinking of you and it does not mean I am in love with you I merely love your initials they're magical letters they keep me alive I only love your initials do not mistake my poetry for my love for it is so much more than that much more than you and I and still so pretty, so concise like your initials