Delete the drafts
of the emails you’ll revisit, reword but never send
of the letters you’ll write but crumple and throw
of the messages with emoticons you don’t feel
of the words you’ll practice but never say
of the words you don’t mean, anyway
of the confessions you’ll never make
of the giant leap you’ll never take
as much as your heart would ache.
the most courage you will need
is not to spill the letters, words and confessions
to delete those damned drafts.