Regret seemed to be his best friend
As he flew back to his childhood home
A worn letter in his leather jacket
Everyday he would read the words of a broken love
Wondering how he could have tried harder
Loved stronger than the desire to succeed in a nine to five job
Could he have held onto a future with her?
Would things have been different now, if he had stayed?
Should they be any different?
Are they where they are meant to be all along?
Thoughts ran rampant in his mind
Sighing to himself, he touched the letter from the past
He knew at the end of the day, his thoughts didn't matter
What was done
Was done
And tomorrow, he would be burying that letter
Along with the love he lost
YOU ARE READING
The Letter: Beneath A Southern Sky
PoetryHe was back home to say goodbye to the love he lost years before. She lost herself as her name in lights faded. Tonight, they meet. ~ A Work In Progress ~
