She read her husband's
last letter to her.
I've loved you
Every second of my life.
But that day,
Sixteenth of May,
I saw her for the first time.
And I fell in love again.
I'm not even sorry.
She's the only other woman who's shared my heart with you.
I'll miss you.
I'll be waiting.
She re-folded the paper,
A wide smile on her face.
Her granddaughter,
Who had read the note, too,
Asked her why she was smiling.
Shouldn't she be hurt and heart - broken?
She looked at the teenage girl,
The smile still shining on her lips.
Sixteenth of May, she said,
That's when your mother was born.
Tbh I think that this makes the perfect fiftieth part.
In hopes and dreams of growing old while loving and being loved by that one person.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoesíaWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
