The last link

I still have it, that note,
the letter you wrote
when we were on the rocks
...again.
That letter you thought
might save us. after you'd
wiped him from your mouth.

its still there, tucked
in a quiet corner of my wallet
two years since. still unread.
from time to time,
when down in my cups,
i take it out and stare at it.
but it will be a cold day
before i unfold it.

i wanted to, back then
but everything was too...
fresh, i suppose. and now
theres no point. those words
have no weight, no meaning
left. offers of love
mean nothing bewteen strangers
and we are now, arn't we?

im not bitter or resentful
not after so long,
this isn't even a knock
its a confession, on my part
an unburdening even.
i wont throw it away
but i wont keep it close
just carry it with me.
my only ever love letter.