Sorry
The mailbox
Is full
Crammed tight
With nights
I couldn’t
Write
Notes
I never sent
Truth
Bent
Ink
Spent
Heart
Rent
Cold steel
Mouth
Won’t close
It froze
On rows
Of ghosts
I chose
To keep
Instead
Of speak
Paper
Shivers
Quivers
Delivers
Every
Sliver
Of a life
I tried
To outlive
Sorry
The mailbox
Is full
My pull
To stall
Made all
My calls
Fall
Back
To me
Maybe
I’ll clear it
Fear it
Tear it
Or build
A new
Small
Bright
Place
For lines
I finally
Dare
To trace