The Letter I Did Not Write To You

What is hidden behind the end? is the end a beginning? The beginning without the selfishness that kills? The end of the words I didn't say, and the forgiveness I didn't ask? will it be the same without you? An ungiven space, an unextended hand, an unaccepted apology and an end that has no end. if tomorrow was yesterday, I would have left our selfishness aside. I would have taken forgiveness from the rocks of the soul, and I would drown in the sea of your thoughts. and when the waves touched your feet, I would touch your hand, in the still night, where only the two of us were sailing, untrodden shores of bliss, where the bare steps caressed the sand and souls, waiting for the letter I didn't write, and that time will bring it to you, like a waxed message inside a bottle.