I wrote you a love letter,
and I signed it anonymous,
because I must have thought,
the act, altogether
was cliché as it could get,
might as well go for it all.
In it, I probably told you how much
I truly cared for you, or some
variation of love without
actually mentioning the word…
I can’t be completely sure,
because I wrote it while inebriated–
a state I’ve been way too familiar with recently.
I must have told you how important
you are, and how much I need you,
and, probably something about
the time we spend together being priceless.
And because I couldn’t remember
your email address, it went un-sent
for the rest of my intoxicated night.
In the morning I deleted it,
I didn’t read any of it except for
where I signed, “I will always care,