Last Love Letter

Let this be the last love letter
written but never sent,
instead made to wait
held for fear that it
was not the strongest key
to unlock your heart
too frail; broken; to even start.
the time that you called
broken open, saying please
you said 'i'm open, ready'
the time that you wore
your heart on your sleeve
saying 'is there any room for me?'
let this be the last
love letter never sent
let this be the last love letter
received but never read.
instead made to wait,
for fear that the heart was too small to hold
so instead it was folded into a book.
then book onto shelf, shelf into box
packed away with everything else
until the years piled and grew
heart held in sling
slow and steady
tired of remembering
the time that you wore
your heart on your sleeve
saying 'is there any room for me?'
let this be the last
love letter never read
dear you,
this started as a letter
that i wrote in the hopes
soon things would get better
but they did not.
you said burn these tin foil wings
cardboard crowns
you said let them fall,
burn the whole thing down,
but leave me the soul
because the soul knows how to sing
the simplest songs
to explain everything