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
unsent.
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