The Love Letter

I open the seal to find nothing is real. Darkness, space, why my heart does not conceal.

Time marched on and my skin grew old
The day of my birth my soul was sold. My lonely heart only asked for comfort and love. But in the empty envelope, to the side I doth shove.

It is empty, and so am I. As tears roll down my cheeks as I look to the sky.

In a Godless Heaven I will one day be. The envelope is empty always for me.

BMB