Neville

Love Letters

Love Letters

 

She would read him at night

in the dark

until her eyes, they did ache so ..

And her tears,

beneath the quilt, fell like rain

yet still somehow

each one of them tasted familiar ..

Like the ocean,

she thought, that long ago dared

to take him ..

But what made it worse though

was she could never

be certain, those candles she

burned day and night ..

Would be seen from the beach

and the treacherous swell

it had always been known for

and even beyond there and further

through the remnants

of now faded lace curtains ..

Once a gift, on her wedding day

almost forty or so, very long years ago ..