I felt the cadence of your voice run through my veins

Whilst reading your letters

I thought that it was so romantic that you still wrote them, after all these years

I remember the very first one.

It was a decade ago

And you wrote me a sonnet of sorts

That betrayed the love you were trying to hide from me

My only regret is that I never wrote back

And all I have is this, and a single rose to leave at your tomb.

 

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