The Passing of Time

She folded the letter carefully between her fingers.

 

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

 

Etched in ink, the mournful words “I love you” left a scar in her eyes.

 

Before the end it was cast to the fire,

 

A half-life born of a withered dream,

 

Soot covering a forgotten tomorrow.

 

“No,” she whispered.

 

A smile crept through the shadows.

 

The closing door isolated the firelight.

 

With back turned to the night she vanished,

 

Tragedy following briskly in her footsteps.

Reviews

[kd]

Epic! its awesome

[Jenny Nelson]

Hey, I liked this "Abby!" I think alot of folks can identify with what you've written, but probably wouldn't admit to it. Nice job of conveying a loss.

[Rita]

It's these kind of poems that always find a spot in my heart, because I think they always catch a side of us that makes us so human. Really well written, I loved it.

Greaaaaaat write!

R

[Ericka Ray]

Awesome. I liked it. Really I did. It's so sad though...but it's still good are you kidding. I loved it. Keep it up.