Unrequited
The letters stopped
And I told myself
You were just busy
You were just away
You were just
But as the silence deepened
It became harder to pretend
But as the letters returned, unanswered
It became harder to lie
There was so much left unsaid
There was so much left to promise
There was so much left
And I write and I write
Sending carefully folded parchment
Into the wind, knowing there's no direction
Because written word can not reach you
So finally I raise my voice instead
Admitting out loud the words that make it final
You're gone from this world
You're gone from me
You're gone
And I'm here, a small portion of your life (death)
Yet now you're my everyday
My feelings unjustified
In the face of your others
They do not know my name
The possibilities shared between us without words
Still hang in the air and
Invisible to all but my eyes
How can a handful of dances
How can a handful of letters
How can a handful
Warrant my mourning
And I am left with questions
Of what we were
I am left with nothing but what ifs
And sweet words scribbled on yellowing paper
And memories that burn trails of salt down my
Face
And I must face the day knowing you have no more days
And I must grow and age and you are left forever young
I am left unrequited
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