If I had the Courage

I wrote several letters to you.

They started as a sort of whim.

They became half a baker's dozen.

A collection of writings

from a half baked idea.

I am counting that one letter as half

because it was three sentences long.

I never had the courage to give them to you.

Like the fool I wish I was, I burned the letters.

After ashes were all that remained,

I wished I had burned them with more ceremony.

To late it was.

The unsent, were just that.

I can only wish that I give my letter's, in a dream, to you.

I wished I hadn't burned them.

I wish I had the courage,

To place them in your hands.

The only place,

The letters truly belong.