We were 21,

I was leaving town

I didn’t want to say goodbye,

you never really knew.

I wrote it on a legal pad,

gave it a date,

and that’s all I had.

I was rummaging years later

came across a faded leather journal

held it close to my heart.

Words spoken to you,

this sort of love thing that I knew

back when anything could happen.

I wrote a letter to you,

seems I wanted to miss you.