Letters I never sent, are scattered across my bedroom floor.
The salt lamp in the corner is dim, as I write more.
I’ve been up for days trying to get my thoughts together.
I don’t know what to tell you that hasn’t already been said.
You left me here like this and I haven’t recovered since.
It’s been 2 years as a matter of fact.
500 days days since you returned to your home town.
You shouldn’t have made all those promises you never meant to keep.
Filling my head with hopes and fantasy of the two of us.
Some day I’ll have the courage to send these letters to you.
Today’s not that day as I’m still too hurt to move.