Letters I Never Sent (to the People I Never Stopped Loving)
I have all of them. In my body. In my blood. In the pauses before I fall asleep and in the way my fingers hesitate over the keys when I try to start something real.
The words we never said, written down at last—love, regret, apology, memory.
I have all of them. In my body. In my blood. In the pauses before I fall asleep and in the way my fingers hesitate over the keys when I try to start something real.