A room without your voice.

What a terrible sound.

I used to make up
scenarios in my head
of what it would be like
to see your eyes again.
Of all the ones I imagined,
the worst just had to happen.

© Letters From Alex

We all make msitaeks,
but you were never
one of them.

© Letters From Alex

I’m so grateful
we never had much
in common.

I’d hate to hate
things I used to love
before I loved you.

© Letters From Alex

The only way
I can describe
the way you left
is like,
throwing a ball
for a dog,
just for it
to return to
nobody there.

© Letters From Alex

I envy
the eyes
that get to
see you
every day.

© Letters From Alex

I Have

Have you ever been told how beautiful you look every morning?

Have you ever been told how selfless you are even when you’re being selfish?

Have you ever been told how your smile can light up the night?

Have you ever been told how special you are even when you feel so ordinary?

Have you ever been told a lie?

© Letters From Alex

Your heart
is a living
piece of art.

Don’t kill it
if someone can’t
understand it.

© Letters From Alex

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