In the drawer
Next to my desk
That I haven’t used since we ended
Lay a letter
From you to me
Which once made me the happiest person alive

Now it sits
In the folder with other letters
From family and friends
Infesting my happy memories
For I cannot read any other letter
That has touched that one

On my desk
In my office
That I barely use since we ended
Lay an unsent letter
To you from me
Which says why you made me the happiest person alive

Now it sits
Underneath meaningless papers
From school and friends
Haunting my thoughts
For I could never send the letter
That ended days before we did