A Loss For Words

“I’m at a loss for words” she says staring into his soul.

“I’m sorry” he said,

“Will I ever have you back in my arms?” She asks.

“I’ll always love you, forever and always” he said.

“Why have you done this?” She questioned.

“I’ll never truly leave you but this isn’t working out.” He said.

“You’ll be my first and last love” she says as tears begin to roll off of her cheek.

“It’s not you it’s me.” He said.

“No!” She screamed to the sky. “Why would you do this to me!”

“You were my first and last love. Nothing can take that away from us. Not even this.” he said as the ink began to fade. “You will have to let me go and move on. I am a free spirit and you have to find a way to spend your time back here. I’ll be watching over you.”

The ink faded into the white paper beneath it, just like an image in a mind will fade to words over time.

She fell into the policeman’s arms crying tears into his uniform.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The policeman says in a low voice.

She clears up her tears and brings herself together. She just stares into the note and quietly says “I’m at a loss for words.”

Poetry

Poetry isn’t for some,
But poetry is for anyone.
You drop it all and let emotions run,
Until words can’t describe what’s become undone.

No one’s the best at poetry and no war has begun,
Its not a game or a battle, its a language for one.
The only battle is the fight with their inner demons,
until they pick up a gun,
With words on a paper, the power of an eraser,
they can rewrite the ending where they’ve finally won.