An Empty Cottage

A girl/guy goes to visit his/her love in the country side, only to find her long gone

For months I sent letters to the girl I love

who lived a long ways from here.

I lived in the city and she out there

in a cottage straight out of a fairy tale.

She had a beautiful stone path and flowers that bloomed

and a freshwater well in the back.

A beautiful place for a lovely girl like her,

I promised I'd visit her soon.

I sent her a letter, a few months ago, 

"I'll be there in summer, my dear."

But there came no reply, not a single word,

then summer came and I left.

Her house was beautiful, at least that's what she said,

So why were her flowers wilted and dead?

The house looked abandoned and the windows dark,

not a soul made a whisper in there.

A note on the door, firmly attached,

faded from time and weather.

And to my surprise and to my dismay

it was addressed to me.

I read the note, and my heart coiled,

saddened by the words it said:

"I'm leaving now, to another place, 

I apologize. Goodbye."

"I apologize", not "I'm sorry",

as if it were all in vain.

The closeness we had, 

gone,

only a professional formality remained.

Not a letter to inform me 

when she would be gone.

Only a note that I would find

if I came all the way here

to a rural town

with nosy folk

whose eyes could feast

and read what was meant for me,

"I apologize. Goodbye."

And my heart then broke.

Author's Note

A mixture of a strange sense of betrayal and hurt mixed with reading "The Girl Who Played With Fire". The best ingredients for inspiration.

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Oooh, this is good.