A letter worn
besmeared in dust,
found amongst antiquated toys
and miscellanea;
told of unrequited love.
Pages smirched by tears perhaps,
words legible were lamentable.
Emotions vivid,
I could hear and see what was read.
Lines attenuated as I read on.
The pain was real,
though I could no longer make out
most of what was written.
I knew she was saying good-bye,
her heart was breaking.
Her soul died,
as the last flame flickered.











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