Yet Another Letter for Her

I’m holding up

just barely,

but I’m holding up regardless.

I like writing to you here,

even though you’ll likely

never read these lonely words.

Maybe I’ll write enough

to fill pages upon pages

with lonely enough words,

and maybe one day I’ll send you some.

I understand why it’s hard to be around me.

I get it.

This negativity is killing me.

You told me today that I was going places.

I just wish you’d come with me, sunshine.

#poetry