'the Letter'
The letter had come in the morning mail,
and the neat writing on it made me pale;
the return address a complete surprise,
there were sudden tears falling from my eyes;
his signature written- so very frail.
The letter was affixed with his ring seal,
oh, it was hard to believe it was real;
his family thought we were a wrong match,
to attach himself to me spelled- mismatch:
I was sent away and came home to heal.
I was so perplexed- I had to recline,
holding it, I made the pages align;
I admit to you that I was confused,
for my heart and soul had been badly bruised;
my darling, he began on the first line.
My heart began to contort, knot and twist,
I recalled the first time that we had kissed;
now, this love was corrosion and decay,
and I was old- my lovely hair gone gray;
youth and beauty did no longer exist.
In my innermost mind I still loved him,
I could still see him standing tall and slim;
in my subconscious he had never ever changed,
I dreamt we cuddled each night ... though estranged;
he was dying, I read- and all went dim.
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September 6, 2019
Written for the contest, Ten Word Challenge 1
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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