We first met eyes,
and I wanted more;
To learn the language
of his love,
To feel the softness
of his soul;
To see art
through his words
and hear music
through his laugh.
I wanted to know him
in all the ways
that I loved
about him already.
YOU ARE READING
The Letter I Never Sent
Poetry'speaks the death of regret of things~ unsaid and undone'
