Hundred years too late

A letter arrives
Hundred years too late
She is ready to leave
Hundred years too late
The party started
The wedding is complete
The children are on the way
When the postman arrives
Holding a letter from
The dead lover
He has died in her memory
Hundred years ago and buried.

The letter arrives
Says very little
Then burn into ashes
Like the love she had once
Hundred years ago
She is ready to leave
Like she was not back then
The party is over
The children have arrived to
Their destinations
She is alone with the ashes
The letter that arrived
Hundred years too late

It says nothing
And everything
It says
I am
Sorry
It says
I will
Love you
Forever.

Forever ends.
Hundred years too late
A letter arrives.

June 26, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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