I wrote you a letter full of beginnings
but everything about love has been said
and it felt inadequate
to put my heart on the line
and receive nothing in return
but a trip to the trash can
And when I saw that smile,
though only half-cracked,
speaking volumes of how you felt
I decided to just leave.
It’s easy and too often done
but it was a better choice
than having to read
the disappointment that you wrote
all in your face.
I wrote you a letter full of endings
and sealed it with a kiss,
knowing how you loathed that phrase,
and I mailed off my mistakes.

