Unsent Letters and Messages

Our best messages  
are in the letters 
we never write.

They’re the ones 
meant for the grave  
with no official seal.

The ones in your 
voice but not 
your definition.

All of them meant 
to be faceless,
placeless, sleepless

a whispher of the night,
the rain, the streets,
all tomorrow’s dusk.

The ones that become 
maps made up of 
what always been missing.