Dear, x
I wonder why I haven't burnt these yet
Why I haven't brought a flame to the thin paper
And watch my words set aflame
I could watch them burn
I could see the embers and feel them in my hands
Maybe the heat will remind me of you
And the passion we never had
Sincerely, M
YOU ARE READING
A island and a man looking for shelter
PoesíaLetters to a man, whom will never receive, nor will i ever send.
