The Letter Never Written Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I never wrote that letter
The one I promised you,
So you would know me better
And love arise anew.

Time flew while daily measures
Cropped up like mushrooms tall,
Ignoring hidden treasures
Regretting not at all.

It's true, I was quite busy
Too tired to light a lamp
At end of day, too weary
For paper, pen and stamp.

One afternoon when walking
I felt a terror grow
While hearing neighbors talking
'Carl died. You didn't know? '

My heart feels like it's bitten
Sore, bleeding in its fold:
My letter never written,
Our story never told.