I'm not one for sentimental endings

A poem about a lover leaving uexpectedly

Gone gone gone, gone
To find herself she said.
I didn't know that she 
was lost. I was too content 
to see the signposts
passing bye.

A farewell letter handwritten
in her florished script,
Purple perfumed ink,
How could something so distasteful
smell so sweet.

It was not you, but me.
I love you, but I must go.
You are too good for the likes of me, 
someday we may meet again,
Who knows what fate will bring.

A mind so muddied that
Thought and reason fail to meet
All I know is that your gone.
I'm not one for sentimental
endings. Not this time.

Reviews

[Neville]

Yeah, Dear John letters suck, does anybody keep them, I wonder?

A well written and enjoyable read, Thanks Jack, N

[Jack Dawkins]

Thanks Neville, the last 2 Lines of the poem where a prompt in a poetry challenge and the rest came easier ten I expected.

[Jack Dawkins]

Yeah nowdays it would be a voicemail or a text message. Thanks for stopping by Sam.

[Samuel Dickens]

At least you GOT a letter.