Not heard

** not heard **
I can think of no one
To whom these letters send
Don't mean those examples of mail
I mean the letters I type
Which when combined form the words
To elucidate the thoughts I hold tight
No one to say they are fair or foul
No one to whom passion express
Or escape with me a while
No one close and no one far
No dear I find at my thoughts
To whom I could entrust
These pieces from myself I shear
Lay in stark black skeletal rows
A poet decrying absence
Of an audience listening
Trying to work a craft to art
Under a gray sky and heavy heart.