An Anecdote

We were a story
Of epic love becoming
That became a myth


A Letter Not Sent

It’s been terribly a long time.
I admit, I am partly at fault.
I wanted to approach you, to talk to you,
But it seems that my anxiety got the better of me.
And I guess you got tired of being patient with me too.

I’m sorry.
I know I have hurt you and for that I’m truly sorry.

How I wish we could have skipped October 7th.
By now we’d be hanging out, laughing like we don’t care.

I sort of miss you.

Too bad.
This message won’t be reaching you.
My stupid pride won’t allow it.