Re read the letters.
There's bound to be some magic,
Left over from a kiss, or a passionate night.
It might just be overlooked.
Take a peak.
Read the spaces in between the lines, though they are empty, they say the most.
Try it slowly , or just a quick skim.
There's still time.
Wear my shirt.
Draw in the last scent of me in it , with your last breath.
Hold that necklace.
Feel the burning metal, let it reignite you.
Try the rings.
Perhaps it'll make you grin.
Don't let it die , don't let it fall.
I'm still here to catch you in spite of it all.

Will you think of me in each passing car ?
Hoping to see me in them.
For you, I'm never very far.
We may ask how we've been.
Those aren't the sentences our lips wish to speak.
At least not mine.

Of course there are two sides to every story.
Those steal mammoths may stand tall , but their shadows cast images of you  down every side alley and crevice in both of these towns.
The tip of that shiny stadium points directly at you.
Don't get me started on when that skyline mixes with the moon, and I can't breathe.
Or when the constellations spell out your name, fighting with the lights of the city. Always winning.

The cities have called me.
Drawn me in, with promises of a new start.
The skyline littered with steel mammoths.
A new stadium that points to a bright future.
I almost didn't answer.

I thought I had found love , that's was until I saw your beautiful brown eyes.
I thought I had found love , until I felt your touch.
I thought I had found love, then you kissed me.

Why should I write about you still? Give you the satisfaction ?
You don't read them anyway.
I don't know if you ever did.
**** , you might not even see this one.
Actually I know you won't, because you won't even look at it. So these words are just a shadow on the the wall, probably cast by the moon.

You said you thought I was coming to the city to be with her.
Ha.
I never put pen to paper for her.
Never filled those empty spaces between those red lines with a river of emotions.
I did that for you.
I'm not a saint.
I've accepted my mistakes.
Learned from them.
Yet, that river is now blocked by a dam you continue to add sticks to.
While me and this mighty river claw to bring it down.