Another Letter to You.

Dear He Who Shall Not Be Named,

Do you know that I write you letters every day?
I write you letters every day.

I'll never give them to you. They're to you, but not for you. Because I won't tell you that I love you. Because I'm such a desperate lover who writes letters left unsent.

I make myself laugh inside.

And I remember your apologetic smile. And I wonder if your smile was for me, apologizing for the fact you'll never love me back.

One day I'll give them letters to you, and you won't believe someone loved you enough to write letters everyday that will never be sent. And that someone loved you enough to keep it unsaid.

And then you'll laugh inside.

And when you're blinded by morning light
In the morning
You'll see the whiteness of the paper
And recognize
My love to you.