Letters 2 Nowhere

Another coffee gone cold Name smudged on a paper cup Your chair still scratches the floor Every time I clean it up Drafts in the dark on my phone Typing your number, then cut I stack unsent midnight thoughts Like dishes in the sink I keep writing these letters to nowhere Stamping them with everything I never said Folded corners, ink on my fingers Talking to the ghost in my own head If they find you someday, somewhere Would you even know that I still care? Till then I’m here Sending letters to nowhere I write “I’m fine” on the front Then cross it out till it tears Your birthday circled in red Still lurking on my calendar I press my ear to the door Like you might be on the stairs Silly, I know - But I leave The porch light on for you I keep writing these letters to nowhere Stamping them with everything I never said Folded corners, ink on my fingers Talking to the ghost in my own head If they find you someday, somewhere Would you even know that I still care? Till then I’m here Sending letters to nowhere Maybe they pile in the sky Little white flags in the blue Maybe they fall at your feet And you don’t know what to do Maybe you open just one And read the first shaky line “I’m still the same Just more quiet Still waiting for your reply” So I keep writing these letters to nowhere Stamping them with everything I never said Folded corners, ink on my fingers Talking to the ghost in my own head If they find you someday, somewhere Would you even know that I still care? Till then I’m here, till you’re out there Sending letters to nowhere