Unexchanged Letters
The words you pen
are written for me
but not to me.
The stories you tell
you tell to a stranger
though you are not a stranger to me.
The letters you send
have no reply—
that wasn’t part of the plan.
The duty you fulfill
was not meant to endear you to me
but I find myself wishing it was different.
The heart you have given
has not been deserved—
but I want to accept it.
The heart you have given
is my most treasured possession,
and I yearn to reply.
The woman I love
is you.
But can you know me?
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