I tried,

Sunday, November 4

I tried to write all my thoughts of you
but by the end, the page was
so over-saturated with ink
that you couldn't see the white
or distinguish where one letter ended
and another began.

And so,
I started again,
writing our story a dozen times over,
but never once being able to
read the final product clearly.

I think its best I burn the papers and let go.