Miss Communication

I count how many times, I almost wrote you back
I wonder if it would ever have deflated the attack
The assault on my mind, my sanity and pride
Lacking ever loving notion, your vanity aside.
Little ragged envelopes lay opened on my floor
Never really read the words inside but always asked for more
The letters you chose so carefully in clever combination
But when misread by circumstance read abomination.
A clever turn of phrase was never your gift dear,
Words then turned to weapons were all you could ever hear.
So I count how many times, I almost wrote you back.
My only regret is the understanding that we lacked.