Dear Sarah,
I’m writing a letter to you,
In my head
From across the room
Don’t worry, I wont send it
You’ll never read this
You’ll never know I was thinking this
You could never read me
So well as you thought you could.

Dear Sarah,
Wishing you where here
Sitting close beside me
We are miles away… miles away…
Sitting in this awkward silence
Alone together
While our friends talk
And laugh
And play.

You don’t see me
You don’t know me
So well as you think you do
I’d really like you to
I like you
But you’re not so interested
Not so interested as me
I’m sending you a postcard
From where I wish that you could be

Enclosed in this letter,
You can not read
From my heart to yours
I send to you, the last piece of me
Worth having anymore
Keep it, break it, love it, hate it
But please don’t forget it

Dearest Sarah,
I’ve written this letter, too many times
How silly, that I wont send it
It might not matter
But here it is,
I love you.

Sincerely,
            Me