The last letter she sent,
It called you to the lonely place
She once called home
It spoke of tender love, sacred things,
And promises shared
The delicate words and faded midnight ink
Reminded you of a life
That used to be,
One intertwined hand-in-hand with hers
It recovered memories of mistakes made,
All the words you did and didn’t say
It reminded you of how you left her
When she needed you most
The last letter she sent,
It unearthed the truth you couldn’t face
© 24 May 2020, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 