The Letter

It was there,
I found it crumpled on the floor,
The moment I stepped inside,
The letter stared at me from behind the door,

Grabbed it, blew the dust from its substance,
The moment that I picked it up,
Carefully took the time that I normally wouldn’t take,
Not sure why, but a feeling inside say’s this may be tough,

And it read like a book,
Chapter after chapter, I found my errors,
She was concerned about our love,
And of course I learned a lot about her terrors,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

It was getting way too late for me,
Ask me why I felt this long before now,
I wasn’t sure of the date, but knew it would show its ugly head ,
Some way, some how,

She told me that she loved me,
But can’t stand the loneliness,
By night the walls would taunt her mind,
Portraits of love would no longer suggest that we are blessed,

In the middle of the paper,
Is where smeared ink would suddenly appear,
And it was obvious that she was crying when she wrote it,
But couldn’t hold back that single tear,

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,

So here I am,
Mentally watching the love of my life spill her heart,
So unsure of where she is,
Frustrated with cupid in general, and his dart,

Rambling through certain documents,
In search of the new number to her cell phone,
And if I couldn’t find it,
I’m hoping that her mom’s home,

Making late night phone calls,
Not afraid to be fussed out by her mother cause it’s a risk I have to take,
I was now a risk taker, when i should've been all along,
And something internally says "i'm just a tad bit too late."

It was all in the letter,
So honest, so certain….
The show was over,
All that’s left is to close the curtain,