The Letter Never Sent
To You,
Maybe one day,
Months,
Or even years from now,
You will realize what You lost.
And You will search for
Me.
Maybe You will try to call,
But my phone number will have changed.
Or maybe through a letter,
But your message will never arrive.
When You give up looking for
Me
Physically,
You will then search for
Me
Emotionally.
You will try to find someone else,
Someone to love You
As much as I did.
As much as I so foolishly still do.
But the next woman
Will be nothing like
Me.
She will be nothing,
Nothing but a dismal replacement of
Me,
Of the lust that You let slip away.
Nothing she does will arouse You,
And that will shatter her.
She will recognize
Me
In your eyes,
Looking back at her with empathy,
When she becomes exhausted of loving a man
Who can not give back what he takes.
You will try to find traces of
Me
In every soul,
Body,
And heart,
That comes after
Me.
But You will not ever find
Another
Me.
The hardest part
Of losing You
Was not the goodbye,
But learning how to fill an emptiness
Left inside
When You decided to quit on
Me,
On us.
But maybe one day,
Months,
Or even years from now,
I have hope
That we will cross again
When we have matured,
And our minds are less frantic,
And we will still be right for each other.
But right now,
It is clear to
Me
That I am too much chaos
For your thoughts,
And You are too much venom
For my heart.
Love,
Me