At This Lonely Hour

I have written you countless poems all on EMBROIDERED napkins, by cascading Moonlight at this lonely hour (unmailed).I have sifted through an assortment of mail Hungrily tearing at envelope after envelope wanting your distant reply. This is the ninety-ninth LETTER I've written you to be exact. Why haven't you Written me back. Don't give me EXCUSES, only facts. This obsession has become A question with no actual answers. Tell me, why this festers in me GROWING as a cancer. I see you Maybe you think this is intriguing, cool or are YOU being PLAYFUL and ALL THE WHILE Leaving you still so HANDSOME. Please tell me you're holding your self on Some EXOTIC island for RANSOM. YOU must KNOW by now I AM frantically frustrated. You're able to read it in my face In that photograph I sent along with that last LETTER of factual dismay. I hung Your coat up YESTERDAY enveloping MYSELF inside. Haven't seen you in 3 YEARS and 5 months now. It gets lonelier every moment I think I pass you along the crowded BOULEVARD. I turn and see a stranger... The MOMENT fades just as silent whispers on SUMMER OCEAN waves. Tell me where to search. How many tears SHOULD I shed. How loud should I Scream. How low must I hang my HEAD. Mournfully I calculate the minutes that Have passed since the last time I tasted your tender RASPBERRY kisses. How Many more days must I continue COUNTING imaginary BLISSES. I WONDER What tales will you unravel once you return home. This will be my last LETTER for Fear of the same reprehensible shame. I have been overexposed to missing you I should say good bye then. I have exhausted all of my memories. now my obsessed HEART has become my enemy. This lonely party has dragged on much to long Somber song, somber song, somber song. FOREVER two hearts Always two LOVERS entwined