the pen trembled in her hand
silent herald of words
she never wanted to send
ink met parchment, line after line
vowels seemed to shimmer
hesitant to take their proper place
consonants wavered, reluctant
to solidify the impending farewell
she inhaled deeply as
letters, seemingly possessed, lifted
twisted, turned, danced
an "A" floated past her face
she reached out instinctively
it slipped through her grasp
joining the rest in this rebellious ballet
"E” spun out of reach, “T” playfully twirled
before vanishing into the ether
“Y” somersaulted carefree and wild
a gentle breeze caught the liberated letters
carried them through an open window
where they scattered
like dandelion seeds into the night
unfinished ~ the letter would never reach him
~ she could not let him go