Random Acts of Poetry

For you, unsent

I’ve written thousands of words
that you never read
folded my heart and slipped it
into envelopes I never sent
I counted tomorrows I never owned
believing love would wait
how did it get so late
so soon
I imagined the sunlight in your hair
when we might walk
sharing the promise of a spring morning
plans for a thousand tomorrows
lilacs blooming by the gate
how did it get so late
so soon
I keep a thousand dreams
that never were dreamed
felt the cold of awaking alone
in a bed never warmed
facing tomorrows never bidden
wisps of grey on shiny pate
how did it get so late
so soon