An Unfinished Letter

Reflective · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only

I wrote your name above the fold,
Then watched the evening fill the room.
There are things I cannot hurry,
Like a seed or like a tune.

This is an unfinished letter,
There is space beneath the line.
You can answer when you want to,
I will leave the ending time.

I can tell you where I walked,
I can say the rain was kind.
I do not have every reason
For the things I left behind.

This is an unfinished letter,
Not a promise to be fine.
Just a door I keep unlatched now,
And a place beside this line.

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