The Letter


It was written in my name,
but never in my hand.

So strong, these emotions 
being poured out onto a page, 
one worries for the true author. 
It said 
"Have a good day", but I can't, 
not when it's this real. 
It all happened so quickly.

I thought of his name, 
spoke it from my lips. 
Mom didn't believe it, and was shocked when it was true. 
Everyone was shocked. 
No one knew he could be capable of causing such emotional pain. 
Why me? Why My name? 
Jealousy? Bitterness? 
Some unknown conflict? 
No one knows. 
Not even him.


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