Holding the parchment in my hand,
I put pen to paper.
The ink flew innocuously, gathering itself in a pool
The parchment soaking it in and making patterns of its own
Like tears painting a face with broken dreams
I gingerly held my trampled heart in my hands
Thinking of you as you revel in your conquests
Of women smitten by your charm
Only to move on to the next hunt
I had wrapped my heart in an envelope and posted it to you
It came back un-received and trampled
Sitting forlorn in my postbox
This time the ink created a blessing in the parchment
Goodbyes are overdue
You’ll always be a cherished friend
But my heart I’ll keep to myself
Writing a love letter, never to post
Waiting for a letter that will never arrive
