Past

Postcard I never sent
Because of words I never meant
To write, for eyes to see;
No one to know but me.

Long nights I never spent
Better for what you thought you'd meant
To say, but couldn't do,
No one to know but you.

Now herein lies my discontent,
The best hours of our lives are spent
On a love we couldn't keep or last;
The best of us is in the past.