JournalThe Unsent Archive
The Things We Never Send
You cannot lose something you never asked to hold.
The Unsent Archive
Folded, kept, never sent.
I left your name in my drafts, the way you leave a light on for someone who isn’t coming.
LetterThe Unsent Archive
Words Left in Drafts
to someone who never knew
I wrote this to you three times. Each time I deleted the last line, which was the only line that mattered.