I Scribble my Final Letter | Poetry Remix No. 60

scribble my final letter
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Tonight, I scribble my final letter.
I’ve waited ’til now to say goodbye.
I guess I was always avoiding this.
But no, I couldn’t give a reason why.

Crushing thoughts cause my body to shiver.
Oh, how forever-expectations die.
Acquainted with the taste of sharp distraught.
Lifetimes pass in the gentle tears I cry.

Trinkets echo thoughts of you in my mind,
Thoughts that pierce me at a moment’s beckon.
But memories are all I have to choose
to hold onto when I cannot reckon.

But still, my heart cannot accept the truth
that what it has, it had, and had to lose.

Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Author: Jay Bleu

An Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry

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