Unsent

Draft folder, open again Same first line, same cold edge Blinking cursor in an empty field Waiting like it knows my name Unsent letters pile up slow Paper ghosts in a drawer I rewrite the wound by hand Then leave it where it was The send button stays unpressed My thumb hovers, then falls away Words stuck in the outbox Like breath behind a locked door It was almost you It was almost me A message made of maybe A life I let go free It was almost you It was almost mine A light inside the draft file That never crossed the line I keep the newest version Over top the older scars Every saved goodbye dissolves Into the same dark jar The field stays white and waiting The cursor keeps its little rite I watch the future gather dust In the corner of the night The send button stays unpressed My thumb hovers, then falls away Words stuck in the outbox Like breath behind a locked door It was almost you It was almost me A message made of maybe A life I let go free It was almost you It was almost mine A light inside the draft file That never crossed the line If I click it, it is gone If I keep it, it still burns So I feed it to the dark And let the silence turn It was almost you It was almost me A message made of maybe A life I let go free It was almost you It was almost mine A light inside the draft file That never crossed the line