Words I Wrote With You

I just read one million words. 

To you. To me, from you.


I won't take back, or give away

or put them somewhere else. 


They are yours. And they are you.

And they won't erase. Deleted.


But where to hold one million words?

When there's years and more to say.


You’ll have things I’ll never hear

And you won’t read tomorrow's
 

But I must keep. A million few.

From you. From me, to you.