Polite Exchange

I've written you quite often—some on paper, some on my lips,
still some on my mind,
and a couple more in my heart.
And you tell me you've always written me back
But I had the tendency to stuff your words in the closet;
I'll wear them like a poolside robe and that's all.

At least we're talking now, aren't we?

pardon me, monsieur, I've got to go.

A/N: poolside robe - based on the idea of a poolside towel which we use and dispose of easily