Empty Shadows # 0

Love is so short, forgetting so long -Pablo Neruda

Zero

Draft_1

 

There’s a letter on my desk

                Unsent to her

Love was not enough

                A black cat yawns in my bed

A wolf huffs in sorrow at the door

                His pale blue gaze

Weeps over the endless ink of my wasted words

                The letter stares back at me

My pen resting next to it

                Words never spoken

Hurts never uttered

                The letter of broken chains

And maybe, shattered hearts

                She no longer needs me

Loves me but I loved her

                It was not enough

There’s a letter on my desk

                Never sent to her

                                But the flames might get it.

Reviews

[Haley]

This is beautiful. I think we all have things that we wish we had said to someone or someones and at least for me, I often fantasize about sending that letter metaphorically. Well written and looking forward to more of your stuff!

[CLCurrie]

Thank you so much. Yeah, I wrote the letter out and now it is sitting on my desk staring at me. I'm not sure I'll ever send, mostly because I know they won't' care, but at least, a poem came out of it. Again, thank you

[Haley]

I totally understand that feeling! Even if you don't end up sending it, at least you got your feelings out in a healthy way. It inspired a beautiful piece of work!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I'm reminded of a couple of un-sent love letters myself after reading this poem. Letters asking for another chance or reason why things went the way they did. But in the end unnecessary. Thank you for sharing your poem.

[CLCurrie]

Thank you for reading it. I wrote at work the other night and felt I need post it. Again, thank you so much.