The Forgotten Letter

There is a letter

With words of regret.

The pen has dried up,

And the ink has spilled

And stained.

The stains of the

Pain

When the writer was

There before

But there's nothing left

There is a letter

With forgotten words.

A fancy font

A loving caress of

Literature

The pen once held

A ballet

Upon that parchment.

Now it's just a forgotten

Letter.

There is letter

Which someone once

Spilled their thoughts upon.

Now there is a letter

Where the thoughts are all regrets

I felt those regrets

I felt that pain

I felt those stains

And I felt the love

Of which the author wrote

There is a letter

Which you once read.

It is now hidden

Beneath a dresser,

Beneath a dusty memory.

The blanks in their mind

The letter once was

Is now gone.

Forgotten,

Just like the rest of us.