if it's love or not, but sometimes
i imagine what 'us' would like
'us'--what a beautiful word!
it can mean so much or so little
it can be define or undefined
i wish i could ask how you feel
and maybe i would make up my mind
but maybe i wouldn't and sometimes
i wonder if i just talk myself
into believing there's more to this feeling
YOU ARE READING
The Letter I Never Sent
Poetry'speaks the death of regret of things~ unsaid and undone'
