Love Letter Never Sent

Love Letter Never Sent

He wrote them in the quiet hours,

Ink smudged by a shaking hand,

Words of love he never sent,

Dreams too heavy to withstand.

Each letter folded, sealed with hope,

But never found a place to land,

Stacked like secrets on his shelf,

A silent, unread, drifting strand.

He was a man of shattered light,

Heart worn thin by silent pleas,

Loving loud but living quiet,

Lost between his memories.

The words stayed locked away,

A story only sorrow penned,

His love lived on in every line—

Letters he would never send.

Yet still, the ink refused to fade,

Though years had passed him by,

Each word a wound, each page a scar,

A whisper of a muted cry.

The letters waited, gathering dust,

Like ghosts upon the floor,

And he, a man with empty hands,

Kept writing ever more.