A Letter You Received Too Late

A heavy envelope, a weight of regret,

it lay at my door like a message from time.

Sealed tight with the words that I wish I had met,

wrapped in the silence that echoes my climb.

I tore at the paper, a shudder of hope,

only to find thoughts buried deep in the ink.

Unspoken confessions, a slip of the rope,

all the moments I missed, now bold in their stink.

Crinkled and weathered, the pages unfold,

a story untold, bound in the weight of the past.

Too late for the warmth, too late for the bold—

just letters, just ghosts, of a love that won't last.