Unsent Weight
by clippedtrust
· 30/01/2026
Published 30/01/2026 21:14
In the old book, a fold.
A name, a date. Too bold
then. Now, too late.
No stamp. The box blank.
A phantom weight.
Words left unsaid, they sank.
Sealed by fate.
The address, clear.
My own hand's script.
No answer, year by year.
Just a silent, unread crypt.