Letters I Can't Send

Noted

Noted (afterword)

Summer went away, and my love for you hasn't.
'Twas not a summer thing if I may say.
There is nothing between us, none did happen.
So why in the world would there be a lament?

It's fine with me, and it's fine with you.
Our pride was never the hurdle.
This uneasiness is the real struggle
Of our relationship that was never real.

Oblivious at first, I am not told.
I was evicted, trying to ignore the signs.
The signs that warns a message so cold.
There'd be no semicolons, nor a period.

But the words I'm supposed to say
Will forever be concealed, until
It is the right time to say that I also let this go,
When I saw your note on the paper

I know that it's time.
You're happy, and I'm too for you.
When you are with she
"You deserve someone better."
That's what you said.
And I know she's not me.