Letters to No One
I spend a lot of time
writing letters to no one.
I write them
and delete them
and let them fade into the aether.
They say things like
I left a piece of me with you
and I think it may have been the best part.
But it still wasn’t enough.
My best failed.
And I’ll never understand
what happened,
I’ll never understand
what you were to me.
But I know what you could have been.
My everything, my life, my love,
the best thing that ever happened to me,
the one.
And I’ll never know what I was
to you.
A friend, a brother, nothing,
just another asshole
who fell in love with you.
But whatever I was,
it’s gone now,
leaving a fading memory
I guess.
And I need to give her
this chance.
I need to let her overtake you
in the chambers of my mind.
And it might take years,
decades, an eternity.
And maybe it won’t be her.
Maybe it will be someone else.
Maybe it will be no one.
I left a piece of me with you
and I think it may have been the best part
and now no one else will ever have it
and I don’t think you’ll ever give it back.