The Letter
It had been three days of complacency
from suffering cupid's indecency.
Tossing and turning till the break of dawn
made her decide he simply must be gone.
Not one to suffer idiocy this way,
she resolved to send a note without delay.
Some paper was found, and with it a pen
stashed in the corner of her husband's den.
"My dear", she wrote, in the blackest of ink,
"I have a problem that won't let me think.
Alas, in-spite of my fiercest protest
you've taken up residence in my nest.
I've noticed your eyes, they light up in glee
touching my skin as you whisper to me.
We can't be lovers, it just isn't fair
this must be our private burden to bear.
And so, good sir, I must bid you adieu,
I've been here too long and have things to do."
With one last flourish the missive was done,
Signed and then dated, her heart weighed a ton.
Sealing the letter, she walked down the road
straight to a post box to drop off her load.
From her mad delusions, escape it sought
and slipped from her fingers into the slot.
6.12.2016
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