Why don't I write

 If you

ask me "Why don't you

write to me,

anymore?" I 

don't have an answer. It's not

that I have nothing to say

though nothing exciting happens in any case.

But every time 

I attempt to reach you,

the wor(l)ds slip out 

from under my tongue

and my hands are too slow to catch them

and they say silence speaks on its own but 

in truth

sometimes silence itself doesn't speak at all. 

Why don't I write to you anymore?

I guess 

I don't know at all. 

It might be because underneath it all

I know I have changed too much

and no amount of words will turn me 

back

to what I was.