Letters You Never Sent

I check the mailbox every day, Though years have passed me by. Bills and papers, strangers' names, But never yours inside. The porch still creaks the way it did The night you drove away. I told myself you'd write me soon. There'd be something left to say. Oh, the letters you never sent Are louder than goodbye. Every word you never wrote Still asks me why. Did pride hold back your hand? Did anger build that wall? Or did you simply learn to live Without me at all? I kept your room the way it was, Your jacket by the chair. Like ink might find its courage If love was waiting there. I wrote you first a hundred times, Then stopped to save my pride. Now silence fills the empty space Where answers should reside. Oh, The letters you never sent Still echo in this home. Every page that never came Says I'm alone. Was there ever one you started? Did you tear it up instead? Are there words you never made Still burning in your Head? I don't Need apologies. I just needed to know You remember. Oh, the letters you never sent Will follow me into the air. Not because of what they say, But because they never did. And if someday you think of me When your nights grow long, Just know this house still waits for you, Even if the letters never come.