A Letter

A Letter

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

Frozen.

 

You want to keep me frozen.

No words from frigid lips

Your secrets kept.

 

But no.

 

I am warm

the chill in you for naught

There is no desire in me to play ghost

hidden.

 

No, one better.

 

 

Good bye my friend

your now and future title

you have earned such a fate

as well as my departure.

 

 

I am finished.

© 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Added on June 15, 2010
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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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