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