Nonsense

I wrote a letter to you.

Another letter.

Another letter.

Another letter

Another letter.

Another letter.

Another letter.

Another letter.

Another letter.

And another letter.

But the last one never reached you
because it was too late.

I kept that letter in my bag for a week.

I ran into you many times.

But we both pretend that I'm invisible

so I never gave it to you.

One day,
I took a lighter
and watched my words
turn to ashes.

Sometimes the good and the bad
make sense.
I let you see all of them
But not this

Nonsense, never makes sense.

But you did.