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The Half-Finished Letter - PPF
I keep your sweater in the bottom drawer
The one with threads unraveling at the sleeve
I tell myselfI'll mend it whenI'm stronger
But every stitch just makes it hard to leave
Thecoffee's cold themorning's made of gray
Your mug still sits exactly where you placed it
Ihaven't moved a single thing since May
I knowit's there and somehow Ican't face it
They say the heart heals in familiar stages
But mine just circles back to where you stood
I've read the same sad line on thirty pages
And still pretendI've understood
You're the half- finished letter on my nightstand
The oneI'll never send and never throw away
The ink has bled where raindrops met my right hand
I write" I miss you" then I scratch it out and say
"I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine"
But fine is just a word that I keep crossing out
We built a little world in rented spaces
Hung fairy lights on thumbtacks in the wall
Now every rented room has fifteen faces
And none of them are yours when night starts to fall
I trace the outline where the frame used to be
The photograph is buried in a suitcase
I'm terrifiedI'll lose the memory
But more afraid to let it have a new place
They say the heart heals if you let it wander
But mine just limps around the neighborhood
I see our ghost on every street and corner
And nothing feels the way it should
You're the half- finished letter on my nightstand
The oneI'll never send and never throw away
The ink has bled where raindrops met my right hand
I write" I miss you" then I scratch it out and say
"I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine"
But fine is just a word that I keep crossing out
