The Letter- My version

A contest entry.

It all started with the letter.

I traced your name with my sight.

Your script, always perfect and legible,

only marred by the blurring in my eyes.

Tears rain down upon the ink.

I cause a smudge with my thumb.

Do you feel my pain vibrate through

the thin paper in my hands?

I once called you my muse and you laughed,

the sound music upon the breeze.

You handed me a plain envelope

the day after we met.

An invitation to enter your world.

I gladly accepted.

And now the ending is so like our beginning.

It all started with the letter.

Reviews

[Bran the Broken]

Well-written, I can feel the wistfulness and grief coming through loud and clear.