In my mind it’s all the same
Years and years-
Seated at the same game
If I’m being honest though,
I’m afraid I don’t talk about you enough
And that maybe not now
Not today, but soon
I’ll slowly forget these pieces of my past
Because from what I’ve been told
It likely doesn’t last
But as I find myself writing to you
These letters, these words-
I know that you knew
Through it all,
All I could ever need you to.
Letters to you,
Letters from me,
Unanswered yesterday,
Today will be the same.