A drawer full of heartbreak,
a desk full of tears -
and a half written letter,
that I should\'ve sent to you.
Memories that flooded in,
with the last breath of November -
blew into the house
when the postman came at ten.
Your letter in my hand,
My fears coming true -
with each word that you wrote -
confirming of our plight.
The letter in the garbage,
my heart on the ground,
and all the words I didn\'t say,
so strong against me now.