The Letter

Postmarked from somewhere
Might as well be nowhere
Written by no one
You’re invisible to me
How are you? How have you been?
Where do you want me to begin?
Picking up the broken pieces of my blood-stained soul?
I ask of you here
Go wash your hands in the river
Until the water runs clear
You’re sorry
It’s the same old story
I don’t want to choke on the lines that you feed
Once my lover, you stole my heart
Tore it up, then ripped it apart
Kept it in a box
Without a key
Couldn’t you see what you were doing to me?
You want me back? You love me still?
I can’t swallow you’re jagged little pill
The purplish bruises have started to heal
You’re weak
I’m strong
I’ve carried on
You’re invisible to me

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About Suzanne Parlee

I have been writing poetry since I was a little girl. Now an adult I find such comfort in words, in books, and the written word in general. I am from New Brunswick, Canada, a province surrounded by The Bay Of Fundy, and The Saint John River, only one hour's drive from the Maine/USA border. Beautiful province!

3 thoughts on “The Letter

  1. suzanne parlee

    This was a tough one to write, and I thank you Iulia and Louis for your comments 🙂 Sometimes words just need to be said, and put down on paper, this one was not the normal for me, and I hesitated before posting.

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