by Another E.A. Poe

Created on: May 03, 2008

The day after tomorrow he writes to me:
My sweetest love of mine, I'm sorry about the things I said
The pain will pass in time.
A single sentence was all he wrote but then he writes again:
My sweetest love I have to say I'm sorry it's hard to mend.

The writing stops but his eyes still speak.
My sweetest, my love no more.
My eyes speak softly matching his, it's you I still adore.

The twinkled drop upon my cheek he dries without a sound.
That final word he says to me,
"Goodbye..."
And then left town.

One more note he writes to me.
The ink splattered from his pen.
And red blood drops beside the words:
I'm sorry, lets just be friends.

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