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I wrote to my old friends tonight.
I wrote to my old friends tonight.
The words felt heavy in my hands.
The words felt heavy in my hands.
Each line was a small goodbye.
Each line was a small goodbye.
But I left some parts unsaid.
But I left some parts unsaid.
This city hums outside my window.
This city hums outside my window.
I am a stranger in its crowd.
I am a stranger in its crowd.
My inbox shows only new mail from work.
My inbox shows only new mail from work.
No one here knows my name yet.
No one here knows my name yet.
I keep the curtains open wide.
I keep the curtains open wide.
Perhaps tomorrow I will speak to a neighbor.
Perhaps tomorrow I will speak to a neighbor.
For now, I send these letters into the dark.
For now, I send these letters into the dark.
They carry my hope like a small flame.
They carry my hope like a small flame.
Letters to Nowhere
by @caleb04