A Letter On the Desktop
Folded neat a letter sleeps,
Paper has leant ear to pen,
Whispered ink slowly seeps,
Blood red blue in steady hand,
Those stabbing words so neatly planned,
Promise not if, but when.
Now the burning eye sweeps,
Through a letter on the desktop again,
While the heart behind blindly weeps.
Another hourglass losing sand,
Love choked by the wedding band,
This is now, that was then.
5/7/2018
ABACCB - "Rhyme Time 3 Contest"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Tyler Cooke | Year Posted 2018
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