It
folded wrong inside the zip
You almost tossed it on that trip
The lines were bent, the ink was pale
But still it stayed like songs we filled
You found it when you cleaned last June
Next to a shell,
a silver spoon You didn't read it,
just sat still
And wondered why it hurt you still Eek smudge kept it anyway
Didn't send but didn't throw away Wielded once in shaky blue
And never told it all to you
The corner's curl,
it smells like spring I wrote I'm fine and scratched it out
Then drew a cloud, then crossed it out
Then tried again with better pen
But ended up with guess that's when It never made it to your hand
But maybe that was how it planned To live between a song and sigh
A letter meant to almost fly
Eek smudge kept it anyway
Didn't send but didn't throw away Wielded once in shaky blue
And never told it all to you
And now