What if I told you
that you've caused my mind to spark.
But who can say you would've listened?
You were alone in the dark.
What if I told you
that someday it'll get better?
But that day won't come for you
because you'll never read this letter.
What if I told you
that I fear I'm also in the jar?
The others, they're not like us
We never get too far.
Dear Sylvia,
dear poet
dear woman I inspire,
Your words ignite a spark in me
and that spark is now a fire.
You cried and you wrote
but you never saw the sun.
So for you, I'll keep on writing
until my days are done.