Poetry Sunday - Writing a Letter that will never be read

I'm writing a letter to fix a hole in my own heart
A hole I wish I could send to the girl that did her part
To show me the illuminated fixtures inside
I had to write my own crimes
Of humanity and ask her the questions why
Of my insanity, losing my mind
How I remember, oh I remember the night's sky
How it burns in my memory as I walked the streets of Buenos Aires
The air was never good that time I learned how to walk aimlessly looking up for answers - an insomniac cry

I'm writing a letter to fix the words that I should have said
To bend the time and go back when
We first started out and I knew you would hurt me
Because how could a love so true after 6000 miles and two weeks - just leave
I'm thinking of the untitled and what could we have been
If I wrote this letter from separate moments together
How patient our love should have stood then

Although this letter will never reach her
I can only assure that I will try to be better
Get on with my life and forget the suffering
But the pain is the best part of living, that is life lessening
Better to forgive then keep on remembering

This is how a love will help us in the morning:

To rise and bloom, eat our daily cereal bowls and cups of tea
To remain distant friends without words said unto thee
I'm writing this letter to amend my broken vow
That somewhere, somehow I let go of myself and forgot how to water our tree
But I hope that the garden we planted will keep its roots
Let love deep down inside reveal its secrets and heal our wounds
That if one day, maybe somewhere I'll see you
And when I do, those secrets will be found like a treasure in the fields
Close to the Monterey Pine treetop next to the ocean's dark blue abyss
The infinite sunset that will be certain to press her lips and kiss
Away all of those moments we missed with the wind...

Let these words put an end
And begin my will & testament
A story of love and sin
hold true through atonement
Until your heart & your beautiful eyes sees this
A broken man made whole again
Through God's pure love and humanity's sustaining fire and passion through 500 miles of walking in the sand
I hope one day we can stop all this walking
And lie deeply covered in laughter amidst the soft sand under the stars at night with the bon fire keeping us warm
That way - my soul could finally rest within yours.
In that deep love,
your loving Angelo