I almost mailed you a letter.

After messing up the envelope
then mixing up the address,
I decided it was a sign
that you didn’t deserve
more of my sincerity.

I burned my biggest hopes for your smallest dreams.
My letter shriveled in the flame
and whimpered as it shrank.
The final wisps escape as
I gathered its remains.

I blew the ashes into the trash
with the deep breath only used for a birthday wish.

I’ve wasted enough of beautiful words on you,
so I’ll keep the last of them for me.