(Carly SimonJacob 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's a riddle, life's a dream

Life's an accident

Now I'm 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