Author’s Note

Letters Never Sent was written for my muse—the one who lives at the center of my chest. This poem explores the sacred ache of devotion, the letters I could never send, and the reverent longing of a love expressed quietly, yet fiercely. It will be featured in my upcoming collection Unsent: Letters Never Sent, a series that dives into hidden emotions, whispered confessions, and the intimate corners of the heart. Consider this a little preview of what’s to come.

Letters Never Sent
Poetry by Rowan Evans

By candlelight, my soul unwinds.
I spill you out in cursive sighs,
velvet ink on virgin page—
a love I bury, night by night.

You smile—as if the stars were born for you—
and I pretend not to combust.
The first lines I write—you’ll never see.
In shadowed corners, I place my trust.

Each line a secret sin,
a hymn I cannot begin.
You will never read these lines of mine,
but I breathe them in your name.

These are the letters never sent,
whispers carved in black lament.
Every word drips with longing, deep,
a hunger I am condemned to keep.
I bleed in prose, I bend, I dream—
but I will not break.

Your voice haunts my chest like a ghost,
a lullaby I cannot forget.
You speak of love, but not of me;
still, I write you with reverent regret.

I watch you fall for another,
and swallow the storm inside.
It is not your fault that I live like this—
a poet forced to always hide.

I linger in the seams of every silent dream.
You will never know the wars I wage
just to keep our balance clean.

These are the letters never sent,
devotions cloaked in discontent.
A reverent ache I cannot erase—
to love you from my sacred, secret place.
I write to you, my only friend,
and never send.

If you ever find them—
scattered in the ruins of my mind—
know that every page was a prayer
to keep your heart entwined with mine.
But I will never cross that line;
I would rather burn
than see you cry.

These are the letters never sent,
my silent songs, my sacrament.
A worship woven into rhyme,
unclaimed, untouched, outside of time.
Forever yours—
my soul is spent,
in letters never sent.

The Unsent Letters

[Unsent: Letters to My Muse]
Re-introducing my first poetry collection, Unsent: Letters to My Muse—a series of confessional, intimate letters written to the Muse who inspires me. Vulnerability is sacred, longing is a language of fire and shadow, and love takes the shape of unsent words.

[Ordinary Heart, Extraordinary You]
“Ordinary Heart, Extraordinary You” is a poem of gentle devotion by Rowan Evans — a meditation on quiet love, courage born from tenderness, and finding beauty in ordinary moments shared with an extraordinary soul.

[The Fear of No Fear at All]
A quiet reflection on the most terrifying kind of peace — the kind that comes when love no longer hurts. The Fear of No Fear at All explores the uneasy beauty of emotional safety and the tremor that comes with realizing you are finally allowed to rest.

[The Moment I Realized (Under Manila’s Setting Sun)]
A vignette born from a dream — a confession whispered beneath Manila’s dying sun. The Moment I Realized (Under Manila’s Setting Sun) captures the instant love becomes undeniable, when truth spills unbidden and changes everything.

[I Love You (Enough to Go Silent)]
A vow written in ink and silence — a confession of love so deep it would sacrifice its own voice to spare another’s tears. “I Love You (Enough to Go Silent)” is a Neo-Gothic devotion from Rowan Evans, where the act of not speaking becomes the loudest declaration of love. (Read the other two vows linked in this post.)