It was
antique.
Inside, a letter,
yellowed
and dry,
perhaps
left
for me to justify?
for me to justify?
It said,
“Dear Rose,
I love you
so.
It broke my
heart
to see you
go.”
That's all there was –
That's all there was –
not one
word more.
I put it
back
and closed
the drawer.
Copyright 2012 Robert D. McKinley
All rights reserved
Copyright 2012 Robert D. McKinley
All rights reserved