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25 Years of Writing To You

The day we met I knew you were the one The man I would love Making the woman I would become Time has passed quickly But my words appear in various places My thoughts of us Over the years, between us, empty spaces Things I couldn't tell you Dreams you already knew Memories forgotten But still how much I love you Begging for forgiveness Jotted on an old bill Dying with our child I could only wish to me it was willed Mistakes of the past Written on many pages Lusting for what we had In all of life's stages Poems of hatred Physically ruined for life More so apparently Only when I'm your wife Published poems easily explain Our years apart More letters on napkins Hoping you have a heal heart A quarter of a century Has taken its toll But our remaining love isn't enough For us together grow old I knew forgiveness Had to come with a price You will never trust me Your brain is easily enticed You, too, have grown older Into a very handsome man So sorry my latest letters Will never reach your hand Our, again, failed marriage Twenty years later, and loving facts Has crumbled under past events Memories that stayed intact Years of telling you what I needed And couldn't get Months of not telling you Is my final regret I wrote about how you must hurt The pain of years apart How you love with every fiber When you are secure with your heart It's just scattered words Now I write to me, myself, and I Everything I'm feeling now Once again, I want to die. We have a forbidden love Each of us to protect and defend To love and cherish To die together in the very end Our final letter We will both be able to read and see As it is our final farewell in this life Another divorce decree.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/1/2016 1:16:00 AM
Teresa this is Mesmerizing!
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