The Window at Night
To the Boy by the Window
to the boy I used to be
You only wanted somewhere you could exist without being afraid of being seen.
Letters
Never sent.
Each one still has an address.
A City Without My Name
To the City I Haven’t Found Yet
to a place that has never heard my name
I hope you do not give me a new identity. I hope you give me enough quiet to finally keep my own.
Somewhere, Someday
To the Person Who Might Feel Like Home
to someone I may have already passed
I want to know what it feels like to stop editing myself in the presence of another person.
Somewhere, Someday
To the Person I Might Meet Someday
to someone I haven’t met
I don’t need grand gestures. I’m hoping for something quieter than that.
The 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.