The Fourth Letter

I leave the door open 
For you, at night 
I'm not afraid of the dark when 
You bring your light 
And I pretend it's you 
In the small things I see 
Although it never is, 
It doesn't hurt to believe 
I pretend you read 
These words I write 
Although that's expecting too much 
But just in case you might 
I want to ask you 
How you're doing 
How life is 
Atleast how the bit after is going 
Time really does fly 
And so for now, all this is
Is a temporary goodbye 

I'll write again soon 
You know I always do.
Letters to you,
Letters from me.
Unanswered yesterday, 
Today will be the same.