Ink, wouldn't fill my paper
into the air it leapt, turning to vapor
the words, never crept into my head
maybe, there not meant to be said
because my thoughts, have gone and hid
to be written, on this paper, they forbid.

Not one word, nor sentence, has entered my mind
the way to express, my feelings, I can not find
a mind and heart confused
my hand, to this pen, is fused
because I owe, that much as an explanation
to say I'm sorry, for the separation.

But am I truly sorry, that we are not meant to be
that you and I together, is not what I foresee
now released, from all confusion
free, from the disillusion
that I owed you, now knowing better
the pen to my hand, defuses, and I crumple this letter.