A poem
I found our letter today, hidden away
faded ink your name, nearly forgotten
the first lines rush out
a flood of feeling, my hand trying to keep up
what needed to be said before we faded too
then stops, hesitates, words hanging unresolved
did I intend to send this?
or just write to release the ache of missing you
we were fragments then of who we once were
you me shifting apart
perhaps it was my way to pull us back into orbit
or a lament, a goodbye
now the letter stays folded its purpose unknown
our silence louder than words
what echoes in those spaces?
the love I couldn’t voice?
or the loss I couldn’t undo?
I let it slip back into darkness
some silences are sacred
meant for only you and me
