The Love Letter

We were so young, reminiscing back when you first tapped me on the shoulders. When you first lent me a pen, when we found each other in lyrics, exchanging common words. When the ink hit paper I became lost in your permanent italics and bold signatures. Grasping my fingers, gripping my wrist, and as you guide my hand...

words poured through splattering the page, drawing hearts scripted with your sincerities and promises of "forever yours" and "I’m yours now until the end"  Now, can I be your valentine?

Then with the last sentence barricaded by a simple period, followed by a few last minute words slipping off the page with letters crunched in the corners...I flipped the note over to find a blank side and empty lines, ironically a reflection of the outcome of our love escapades.

I would stay up with the moon, writing in my diary putting words together like poetry. If only I saw beyond a moment, lived outside those dreams.

"I love you"

Three words that made life seem limitless, but so sudden...words faded with time pulling us apart. We became strangers when you said... I wasn’t the only one.

Then the hurt came as I realized you were a lover of many and  everything lost meaning.

So in desperation I grasped that same pen with the ink bleeding from my veins, pouring my soul onto that same paper, raging words stabbing into my heart... Seeking some comfort and I found none...I wrote on the back of the letter... where lines stood empty...and page was blank...

Dear love, I remember you wrote me, “my love for you is like

this  ink  on paper...my  words are permanent" But

apparently  your words aren’t water proof, for the tears you

brought...washed it all away.

Melecia 09  P.N.P 09