A Letter That Smelled Like the Rain

A Letter Tucked in a Vinyl Sleeve

A Stamp That Leads to Nowhere

Every Paragraph Ends in a Pause

Every Silence Between Lines Screams Your Name

Folded Corners Mark What I Meant

I Addressed It to 'Someday, Somewhere'

I Couldn't Say It, So I Wrote It

I Found Your Voice Between the Pages

I Read It Aloud to the Empty Room

I Sent It But You'll Never Read It

I Wrote the Truth and Then Erased It

Postmarked from the Edge of Memory

Scribbles That Sound Like Heartbeats

The Envelope Holds More Than Words

The Ink Still Dries with Every Breath

The Letter You Sent Without Meaning To

The Paper Felt Like Your Skin

This Song Is My Last Postscript

Words Written in the Margins of Time