unsent.

they left without me

addressed in a hand
i no longer recognize as mine

i watched them molt their salutations mid-flight
dear falling first
the names dissolving last

the light turned paper-colored
air tasting of envelope glue

a sky full of unsent letters

one circles back
ink-heavy
still carrying my apology

i do not open the window

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