He never said…
But he did keep them.
After all those years
I never thought he would.
I thought…
I thought as soon as I was out…
But I guess I thought a lot of things
And I was wrong about so many.
He was with her,
For so long, I always assumed…
I thought, he’d moved on,
Wiped me from his life
But he didn’t,
All that time he was with her,
He always had them,
I never told him, but I kept mine to
And together they tell a story,
A story so complex, so sad,
That it doesn’t bear thinking about.
The Story of the love letter collection.
Author notes
I'm so not sure about this...
A contest entry
- The 28 Ways by lowercase prelude.
700 points, ended August 26, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm not sure if it's a poem or a monoluoge. Some help?
Comments
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this is well written; but i would think more highly of it without the unnecesary last four lines
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I love this the way that it is, but if you wanted to play with it a little, it would be nice as a journal entry, or even written in the form of a letter. Something along those lines. I love this as is though. It's very different and interesting the way it was written.
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Oh you know ...
My very first and actually ONLY puppy love boyfriend also kept my letters. Years after we both were married, I once saw him again and some of the things he told me was There was a burglary at my house and I was so relieved: they did not steal your letters, which I kept locked in a small steel container. I was amazed, because I had destroyed all of his letters except the blue letter, in which he told me he was to be married. THAT one I kept ... FOR: whenever I longed for him, I thought of his deception. Of course I did forgive him! (Yes, I did, if ever you should read here, I---) He married the most beautiful German girl. (My German was perhaps not good enough LOL)
I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for taking me down memory lane.
Love
Myra
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not a bad take on the prompt
this was good
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