Unsent

Dearest,
This letter,
It will never find a stamp.

I’m Wendy by the window,
I’ve just turned off the lamp.

Dearest,
This letter,
Will never know an envelope.

When it comes to you,
All I can ever do is bolt.

The truth,
It lives between the lines.

You’ll find it in the verses,
Even more so in the rhymes.

Yes,
I know it is cliche.

But when it comes to you,
I’ve known no other way.

Read it now,
In these unsent letters.

When it comes to you,
Goodbye is always better.