I received a letter, once

Pretended it was from you

Vowed to never open

Tucked away in a drawer

Filled with all the other

False-hopes I visit

Often, as the days wane

Though I’ve never

Known your lips

I can still taste

The goodbye

On your breath

That was enough for me

The fantasy of a real-life

Filled with the hunger

Of somedays and maybe

The belief that even you

Have a drawer, a box

Filled with letters

Never sent