Today I was walking.
I saw that you weren’t around.
I began to hold onto hope
Until I realized that you were
Not going to come around.
You sent me a letter
Without a return address.
Trying to read your handwriting
Through my wilted eyes.
I blink and can’t read on.
A hold on my entire well-being,
I begin to speak your words.
Send me a translation
So I can finally read your black words.
Grey clouds above me
And sunless roads ahead of me,
I cannot help but think
You are not going to turn up.
I should stop holding onto
What was never there in the first place.
Unfold my soul
And give me room to play.
All I want is to know what gave you
A right to hate me in such a way.
I keep waiting around for
But I am losing time.
Your letter is finally coming through.
Your words are speaking to me.
I can tell that you were never
Going to come around.
With such haunted black words
I should’ve known you were
Never going to make me feel at ease.
I guess this is when we are gone
In each other’s eyes.
Don’t give me a game to play.
I’ll end up losing anyways.
