Hello.
I’m writing to tell you that I wouldn’t write for you.

I’m stitching letters unto
letters
to form words that would
never
replicate your name.
Papers, unblemished;
ink,
unused
to weave something
reminiscent of
you.

Hello.
I’m writing a poem.

To you and never
for you.

For I write for those
who piece
my heart –

you never did;
*you never took it  
from me.