A Letter Addressed to Nowhere

I wrote you a letter addressed to nowhere (Wherever you may be) And waited in my solitary room. Foolish that I would expect a reply, As it sat in a thickening sheet of dust In a rusting mailbox. (As I sat stupidly in idleness) I came home one day, my faith dissolved (Never once did I think your face) To find a note tacked on the door. Collecting my sinking heart, I stared into the ink vacantly, before they became words. “Every apology,” it read, “Could never define my guilt.” A cynical sigh left my lips, but my eyes kept reading… “And I understand if you want to hear of me no more, but read these words before you crumple this in your fist. I remember this house, engraved into my mind. I know you’re sitting in that lonely room. I’ll tell you what happened, all those years and maybe things could be the same again. But first, could you please unlock your door? From, Nowhere.”