The Love Letter

The Love Letter

A Poem by Roxanne Arden Frost
"

All break-ups are not easy.

"

 

Dear Kenneth,

I hope that you are well

I’ve slain your heart before

Years and months ago

Sanguine hearts caterwauled

When winter melt to spring

 

I felt your scent tantalizing

The very gasp of my room

I’ve smelt your skin before

Years and months ago

You are eternized in our

Ephemeral cycle of love

 

Kenneth, my love

The nights were beautiful

And the city turned green eyed

And sang the sad song of the Moon

Now I’m walking, solitary

The scent of you in the air

Shrouded in my faults and sins

In a city in bridal wear

 

I built us a house

By the waterside at dusk

Where sunshine would overflow

But that was years and months ago

I’ve stored away all these dreams

And I visit them each moment

 

Kenneth, my love

The skies were in full bloom

And I had all the joys of this world

Locked in the heart of you

Now I’m walking, solitary

I see your face everywhere

Bathing in my heart’s gloom

In a city in bridal wear

 

Yours lovingly,

Don’t remember my name

I cannot breathe in the shame

 

The princess and the knight

Had their time in precarious light

 

I see the night closing in

And ending about to begin

 

But now there are celebrations everywhere

In a city in bridal wear

© 2010 Roxanne Arden Frost


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Very poetic, true beauty. I have no critiques for this, as I've been on edge scrolling through so many useless writings on this website...but this I was able to sit back and enjoy. Well done :)

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