the unwritten note

i was sweeping
the floor of your
things the other day,
in daylight, when
the dirt and grime
is more visible,
and leftover articles
of clothing, and
unsaid words have
fallen beneath
the bed, or table.
i found the note
you never wrote before
you left telling
me how much fun
i was, how much you
cared and loved
being with me and
that you were getting
close to being
in love with me. i
found that unwritten
note on the floor,
and i reread it
again and again as
i stood by the window
facing out, waiting
for darkness once more.