The Letter

I have an envelope that's addressed to you

Sitting on my desk.

I don't have a letter that matches it.

I found your love letter you wrote to me when I first moved away, I decided not to throw it out. I don't know why.

Maybe its because I want to cherish it, like all the other poets do.

I could lie to you and tell you its somewhere with all my other precious memories, but its not. Its in between the pages of my German homework, the class I dropped out of three years ago.

The letter to you will stay blank, and I will go on, and one day, I can smile that warm smile you fell in love with, the one that says we have something special, and I can tell you that I still have yours.