Imaginary Pen Pal - Pt. 2
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| December 17, 1965 |
Dear L
It seems I am slowly losing my mind
One neuron at a time
It's no wonder you've been gone so long
There is so little to do here, nothing to see
Least of all me.
Dear L
The last time we spoke,
You gave me a rose
Had I known,
That its petals would fall before you came home
Then I wouldn't have thrown it out so carelessly.
When I walk past the field, it amazes me
How summer's leaves have dried and died
Two full cycles of death and life
have completed before you and I
locked eyes.
Sincerely, S
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I love this poignant tale!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing it with Poets and Storytellers United. As you came fairly late to that prompt, it's possible not many will notice. Please don't let that discourage you! There will be new opportunities for sharing every Wednesday (to specific prompts) and Sunday (open).
Thank you for your feedback, I nearly chickened out of participating. But I've set a new rule for myself, to never take back the stroke of my pen. I'm super excited!
DeleteNicely told the tale of longing.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine
Much❤love
Thank you ❤️✨ I thoughts yours very refreshing and *cool*, as the kids say.
DeleteLoss is a terrible thing, especially when we think that we could've made things better. There is so much longing here...
ReplyDeleteThank you ❤️ I tried to capture it honorably
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