Sent by mail

A letter I wrote to myself

Forget me with kisses.

Scratch through my name in your notebook.

That one with the torn pages.

Pink in the corner where you spilled lemonade on it last summer.

I'll carry on.

I'll be alright.

A ghost in your barren mind.

Be careful not to reach out again.

I know you couldn't handle the thought of my touch.

Close your eyes, rest your head.

There is someone out there.

With a better smile instead.