Lost Letter

He wrote me a 

letter

today. 

I can’t tell

if it was just in the haste

of everyday

or if he sat,

like I did

and thought and thought and 

thought

about every

word. 

The fact that he still

cares

about me

even just in the smallest

way

shows through

in some words,

but then in others,

he could care less. 

I want to write back.

Want to pour out my

bruised and tired

soul 

and have him

tell me 

“it will be ok, we’ll be

ok” 

I have to wait though

wait for everything in me

to stop trying to find you

I have to wait until 

logic can dash all

my hopes again

I have to wait until

I can be 

unattached. 

I don’t know what to do

with all this 

missing you.

Not only did I

loose the love of my

life. 

I lost my best friend

along with him. 

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