unconventional accidental sonnet 2

you fill more minutes, hours than i'd tell

but even so, you know my heart so well

so well, swelling ocean, river tides

you know my heart better than i

and when you tell of my disease--

you explain the symptoms with such ease

and to whom this sickness might belong?

is it mine, or ours all along?

with this silence, my fears turn inside

my chest, less and less they hide

i become uneasy when i can't hear

or see your face my beautiful dear

and i wonder if you remember my

name like i hear yours within a sigh

careful and soft--i'll mail you my heart

i'll hope and pray we don't fall apart.