Penumbra

All these unsent letters piling up on my desk
I know you'll never read them 
Yet, some part of me wishes that you would.
How do you send letters to a place with no address?
Howbeit I'll write on till my pens run out of ink
And my system runs out of caffeine 
Hoping
That one day I'll reach you
As my words once used to
Maybe, one day, we'll read them together 
When we're no longer blue
Somewhere, someday 
I'll tell you about all those stairs I built in my heart 
In hopes of reaching you
And maybe you'll laugh at me
As my realist self once did too.