On the shelf under my books and herbs
is a rose gold stick of wax.
It’s a special sparkling wax I use
to seal love letters with,
each seal is stamped with a bee who
(I hope) translates
The love and softness I can’t quite put
to words for my beloved on the other end.
Some days I don’t feel heard…
and no matter how fiercely I write,
the words come out all jumbled,
muted, vague, and broken down.
I wonder why it never occurred to me to send
a little pink champagne bee to myself on days like these.