I write you letters every day,

letters I do not send

Hoping that each letter

helps this aching heart to mend

I write and tell you of my love

and how it might have been

The laughing, loving, caring...

life worthwhile again

I tell you of my love, so true,

and what you mean to me

Of dreams and all the other things

I'd hoped we'd always be

But those letters, never sent,

are only for my eyes

Filled with many questions...

but with no replies

Warm teardrops falling

as I write upon this letter of love

Another unsent message

that you will not know of...