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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on May 27, 2017 1:16:14 GMT -5
Unopened.
I received your letter yesterday, Lost it, too, Didn't want to read it, anyway.
I wish I could claim it smelled of you; Soft and sweet, But I know that simply isn't true.
I like the way your cursive loops, Your words kind, Curving in their azure groups.
I broke the wax seal with my nail, But right then, Couldn't bring myself to read the mail.
The envelope was stained by wet tears, Yours, I know, Can't stand them now any more than prior years.
I don't want to know why you sent that note, Hurt by words, That you might have never wrote.
Is it because I cannot stand you? Is that it? Or is it that I'm sad we're through?
I didn't write back because I was afraid, Scared, I guess, Of the great big mess I'd made.
I've no right to read it now, That I know, But I won't ever allow.
I need to know what you had to say, It's not okay, To let your love just fade away.
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