Letters Never Sent

(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
 In a suitcase tied with string
 On the highest shelf
 In the closet down the hall
 Hidden from myself
 Fits of madness, pools of grief
 Fevers of desire
 How peculiar these remain
 Slavaged from the fire
 For some I crumpled some I burned
 Some I tore to shreds
 Lifetimes later, here they are
 Ones I saved instead
 Letters never sent to you
 Letters never sent
 Never reached their destination
 Mostly born of pain
 Resurfaced with the purpose of
 A trip down memory lane
 Broken hearted, breaking hearts
 All the way it went
 Evidence of what I saw
 My experiments
 Life抯 a riddle, life抯 a dream
 Life抯 an accident
 Now I抦 gonna set them free
 Letters never sent
 Letters never sent to you
 Letters never sent
 Once upon a time taboo
 Letters never sent
 Letters never sent to you
 Letters never sent
 Incongruous, and overdue
 Letters never sent