Letter

I mailed you a letter today
no stamp or return address.
I’m guessing it will end up in the
same pile as those marked
to santa claus or the easter bunny.
That’s ok with me.
I had to send it.
Your silence is a deafening defense
and I had to break it,
had to have the last word,
regardless of whether you
know I did or not.
I asked all the questions
I was never brave enough
to speak.
I told you all of the things
I yearned to scream
all of these years.
I laid it all out there
as if I was letting you go
and not vice versa.
Yet, when I closed,
I still signed it with
love
for I knew no other way
to end it.