yesteryears

it was all yellowed and spotted
breathed of a final try, weakly in hope
and a pungent sense of lost sneered
at the letter of a simple desire

the unsent letter, unenveloped
found amongst an unnoticeable stack
the unsent letter spoke
of yesteryears and mondo love

"you are my drug and i don't mind dying an overdose"

it slipped away. again unnoticed.