My Letter

I asked a birdie to bring me a message.

He agreed and went off to find it.

 

I spent endless days enthused and impatiently

awaiting his return, with a note specially addressed

to me.

In a short eternity, he returned.

I eagerly pried open the folds, 

almost missing the handsome 

lettering, which helped engrave 

my name on the fine paper.

I searched over the letter, allowing 

exciting words to jump out to me

before actually reading the content.

I began to read...

I flipped over the letter, rereading

my name on the front.

Hoping it would spell another, hoping

I've received someone else's note.

I flipped it again, to validate what

I just read.

These were not words I wanted

to read.

There was no way this was meant

for me.

I loosened my grip on the letter,

and allowed the letter fall to

fall to the ground.

My heart now beating in a rhythm

that lets me know it's broken.

I wish I had not opened it.

I wish I had not sent the bird

to retrieve it.

I wish I didn't have the curiosity

to know what the universe

thought of me.

I do wish to grieve alone now.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Gosh, beautifully spoken...I love the story and the moral to it...the reason why I love reading poetry.