The Letter

I didn’t mail the letter.
It took hours to write
But was too damn honest.
Too direct.
It dripped hurt and poison
So I put it in a drawer
Took some time
Thought it over.

I didn’t mail the letter.

Maybe I should have.
Perhaps
Had I done so
You would understand.
Maybe you would have
Changed your mind.

Probably not.
But maybe.

After reading the letter
I learned something
About myself.

I discovered I am
An angry man
Struggling beneath the weight
Of too many regrets.

And baby
The truth is
You’re just the latest one.