Unsent Letter to My Buttercup (2025)

 Dear sweet one,

I write to you, 

my special little sweetheart,

my little buttercup,

I love you.

Though we may never stand as one,

you may never know the depth of my love.

My heart still beats, strong and true,

for someone so near, yet worlds above.

Fate pushed us apart this time.

If I could, I’d turn the clock back,

to the moment I could tell you,

how much I truly loved you.

I love you still and my heart knows it’s true.

But how can I speak when there’s someone new?

You have your person; I should be glad,

yet I can’t help wishing it was me you had.

This ache I carry will never fade.

I wish I could say it all to you,

but all I can do is write this poem,

and hope the ink hides my shade of blue.

I want to hold you, touch you, feel you.

To be close and closer, truly lost in you.

To feel your hands wrap around me,

and never let go, no matter what I do.

This dream plays softly in my mind,

a cry echoing in my hollow head.

I love you, my little buttercup, 

please don’t let that memory be dead.

Our days are short, my regrets so many.

This one will always haunt me most:

that while you found love elsewhere,

I was left loving your ghost.

But perhaps that’s how fate chose to write us, 

two lines meant to cross, never stay.

I’ll still wait for you in the silence,

each night I whisper your name anyway.

Look into my eyes, if only once more.

My words may be small, my courage unsure.

But in every beat, in every sigh,

you are my buttercup,

my love, my why.