The Weight of an Unsent Letter

I found your name in the quiet rain,

A soft reminder, sharp with pain,

The ink had blurred, yet still it stayed,

Like truths too heavy to be displayed.

I wrote you once, in sleepless streams,

Each line a fragment from my dreams,

But fear held tight, and I obeyed,

A silence even love betrayed.

The paper knew my trembling hand,

It felt the weight I couldn’t stand,

Every word a fragile thread,

Between the living and the dead.

I thought of stamps, and then the cost,

Of bridges built, and those long lost,

I sealed the page but kept it near,

A ghost of all I couldn't clear.

And so it waits, inside a drawer,

The letter meant to be much more,

A truth unmailed, yet still it burns,

For some goodbyes are slow returns.

Thank you so much for reading. 💜💜💜