main crane
Poem: Return(ed) to Sender
Dear, ( Name ),
Words that are often written repeatedly;
Always concisely chosen and written
As the tears are left behind
As they drop as the seal;
Used to close the words—
Words used — often to reach,
Used to convey,
Used to envelop these
Feelings alone
Feelings, words, expressions
All these things;
The things I can never show
In front of you
Alone.
Only my pen,
Only my paper,
Only that, and that alone…
Only it will be able to
Able to unravel and resolve it all
To clear away the locked-up
Words, expressions, feelings,
Emotions.
All of what resides in the endless
Cold and perilous path ahead,
My labyrinth that locked it away
From You.
Before this letter,
Before I can even catch a glimpse;
A look at you…
Before those words can even —
Can even be sent to you.
Your face is always turned away;
Always looking ahead,
Always on the run,
Always unable to read,
Always unable to understand.
Unable to look back,
To step back,
To look at it all,
As I’m left behind;
left behind in the last season.
Your face,
Your expressions,
All of it cannot,
And most likely will not…
See these feelings,
These words,
These expressions,
That I left behind to show you.
For the pen and paper
Will never reach,
Reach out to you
Your gaze has always
Has already been
Shining away,
Glimmering away,
Letting your light shine
For another.
As you’ve been joined
Together
Locked away with your feelings
For each other.
For there is no inbox,
None at all to reach
the depths of you
Instead, there is only room
Room for Her to fill,
To fill the tank of yours
Always fueling it for you.
If I were to…
Were to send it through,
Send it through into your tank
It will only be —
Diluted by the gasoline,
Ready to burned away,
Ready to be torn apart
As you’re there
Ready to go,
Ready to start a new beginning with her
So.
Will it just be better…?
To just return in back,
Return this letter.
Return(ed) to Sender?
Return this back to
Me…?
noble tinsel