I keep trying to find the right words to write to you
But it turns out the same every time

"I wish I had told you sooner
and I know you are not one for many words"

and then...

I stop..

Every time..
Not because I am at a lack of words
but because I know, to you,
it will make no difference
If you could see the words
pouring from my chest
it would make no difference
because you did not feel the same
and you did not understand
how deeply I was rooted
in a place that I knew
I could never stay in
and so what good does it do
to write to the one plucked me
just to watch me wilt
and never looked back