I have kept every letter that you wrote.
I must confess,
I read them from time to time.
My heart swells
As I remember well
Your words even before
The papers unfold.
I grasp them as if they are you,
And hold them to my breast.
It is as though
Doing so might bring you back.
My tears flow.
How I wish you
Had known
How deeply my love was returned.
Utterly bereft. This is a poem with the rare ability to make a reader say, “ouch”. Great work.
Your compliment is much appreciated Mike:-)