Letters I Never Sent

I wrote your name in quiet nights,

Between the wrongs, between the rights.

Each word a tear, each line a plea,

For love that lived but couldn’t be.

The paper drank my trembling hands,

It knew the truth no one understands.

I sealed the pain with fragile hope,

Yet never mailed the envelope.

Perhaps you’d smile, or maybe cry,

Perhaps you’d ask me simply why.

But silence built its heavy wall,

And I could never risk the fall.

So in a box they softly sleep,

These letters buried, secrets deep.

And though you’ll never know their hue,

Each word was simply meant for you.

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