Wrote you lines I never sent
Each folded like a new regret
Your name in cursive, slow and neat
A quiet ache beneath the sheet
Letters I unsent remain
In drawers full of gentle rain
I kept the ones that made me brave
But left the rest for me to save
You liked to read in lowercase
Said it felt like softer space
I wrote you once, then twice, then four
But never walked them to your door
My pen still shakes your name aloud
A whisper lost inside the crowd