I wrote this letter to you years ago,
when you were a new beautiful to me,
in a letter,
that I found,
that told you how beautiful you are to me.
I didn't realize that it was you,
I was writing too,
all those years ago,
Or,
I would have given it to you, maybe,
I was/ am shy
Yet…
In my hands are words
that tell me I am falling in love with,
someone,
who doesn't exist anymore,
someone,
who has already moved on,
to love someone,
who didn't write this
letter,
how could he?
Who was I then?
Who was I then to you?
Yet…
today, when you sang,
I heard his voice,
and,
and,
and I wanted to tell him, I can,
hear his voice with a poem in a letter,
that he is loved,
ten years too late to hold him,
ten years too late to remind him,
how beautiful he is,
with a kiss,
ten years too late to tell him,
that I am falling for him,
and,
I don’t understand how,
don’t mistake me,
please don’t mis-understand,
you, today, are amazing-funny-cute-adorable,
but,
this letter isn't to you,
it’s for him,
the guy with the voice,
the one I heard today,
ten years too late,
and
can you let him know,
I am sorry I didn't send him this letter,
and can you let him know,
that he is still,
forever always,
beautiful,
to me.
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