Unopened on a pinewood shelf,
A letter with love from L.A.
Accumulates dust & rancor;
A casualty of long lost hope.
A thousand cordial words within
The confines of the envelope
Are soon to be engulfed by the
Penumbra of romance’s realm…
The land of unrequited love.
The essence of love is immortal;
Our feelings never disappear;
They merely linger in this sphere
Of mysterious solitude.
It’s here where words we wish were heard,
The chances we wish we’d taken,
& people who weren’t meant to be
Accumulate, & gather dust…
Only to be completely forgotten…
Someday.
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