My Goodbye Letters
I found stashed away in a drawer, my old letters.
Some of them inspired, some of them bitter.
All with a common theme, a broken dream.
Childlike hopes and woman's desires.
The journey of a thousand steps in cheap paper.
Pure emotions and the rawness of my heart.
Not addressed to anyone, just my thoughts.
Not intended to anyone, just me falling apart.
The whole, the nothingness of yesterday.
Going through the lines of things that were.
Weeping for what couldn't been.
Letters with no addressee, no post
remind me of my past, of our love.
Reading them becomes clear, I was lost
nothing fulfilled, nothing accomplished.
Just stories of dreams, of regrets
that never got to see the light.
My goodbye letters are just that
a stash of paper, nothing more.
This is my legacy, my only pearl
as a witness that I lost your heart.
© 2014 Anan Celeste