Wrote myself a letter
naming all the things I'd done
stained my soul pitch black
set my heart on a cantering run

Folded up that letter
the smallest pocket square
carried it heavy on my heart
too shameful to be shared

Left that blasted letter
to age with lint and time
never took it out that pocket
to reminisce with summer wine

One day that letter's weight
made my breath so hard to catch
I finally plucked it from my pocket
and with a prayer I struck a match

Perhaps that cursed letter
was written for the gods
for after, not much later
I found myself at odds

The man within my letter
stood across my door
holding paper aged and ashen
he let flutter to the floor

"All these years of silence
and none a word from you
would have had me believing
your mouth's lies to be true

But I have read your letter
though destroyed it you had tried
so I know your heart
and how blatantly you lied

I wish you'd paid the postage
and sent this to me then
saved us both the heartache
of lost lover and best friend"

I crumpled at his words
like the paper in my hand
held it up - peace offering
to that blasted, blessed man

"My darling I am sorry
I left with words untrue
The biggest truth in all the world
Is I'm hopeless without you

If you would read this letter
know you hold now my heart
I've poured it through my quill and ink
it's been yours though from the start"