Was I wrong to ask you?
To leave a note for my heart
For a brief moment,
You’d stand there and pretend we were never apart.
I wrote to you in simple ways no one would notice
Wrote misled letters addressed to someone else
But they were indeed for you
I wonder every night if you knew
One day you stopped looking
For crevices
There was no way to return
No way to answer
No way to know
Was it for me?
Or was there never a letter
I wondered every night if you had known
Those words hid themselves crudely
Because they were indeed for you
But you wouldn't have known