Your name I never write in full
for I fear you'll one day come alone and sift.
You'll look through all the letter and notes,
Just to find one with your name upon it.

You'll look at the cursive letters, and in horror you'll come to find,
Confessions, curses, hopes, laments,
Every single one addressed to you,
But in this one you'll read regrets.

For a year I have waited and stalled on this confession,
My one that you will never, ever read.
I know this,...