Letters I Burned

I kept your handwriting in a shoebox for a year, folded small like secrets I was scared to hear. Tonight I struck a match beside the river bend, and watched the paper curl, and let the ashes end. Slow, slow, the smoke goes slow Every word I never answered floating up in grey Every promise that I doubted drifting far away I'm not angry, I'm not broken just a little late Letters I burned Water carry what the fire couldn't take Water carry what the fire couldn't take Every word I never answered floating up in grey Letters I burned